Livinia felt frightened and disoriented. While she carried her voodoo rag doll for protection, she worried about how she might find her way out of the forest.
The live oak trees were so large and overwhelming. Were they whispering to one another even more as the sun drifted ever closer to the horizon?
Going off on her own began to seem like it might have been a very bad idea.
Louisiana Victorian girl
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