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The Forest

by Claire Nivola

One Potato Review

Of dreading, and confronting, the unknown: there’s a great deal of “looming” here, and “thundering” and “murmuring,” usually evocative. A little mouse is rightfully more afraid he’ll die of fear than get devoured by any monster, indeed you get the sense he’s never going to be happy until he stares down that forest to the tops of its rustling trees. Worry like this can turn into a compulsion, either way, but the relief at the end of this fable is finally as palpable as the trepidation when it starts, so maybe this strikes the right balance - somewhere equidistant between cozy red roofs and vast dappled woods. Simple and satisfying, and beautiful to look at, no matter where you’re standing.

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