Elaine Reid:
Burnt, wet bark in Angelest Forest
Elaine Reid:
I knew this would make me laugh again
Elaine Reid:
Trying to comunicate with the trees
Elaine Reid:
Symphony
Elaine Reid:
Judd seems hopeful, he and the trees look towards a sky.
Elaine Reid:
"Nubs Forest," not "Blue Forest"
Elaine Reid:
No, you follow me.