“Two brothers ran through the woods. One me. One you.

Two brothers ran, inhaling August air so thick it clung to our summer-bronzed limbs like a second skin, our shouts and laughter the only sounds that echoed off the mute hearts of the trees that surrounded us.

Two brothers ran, dodging limbs and branches, leaping the swollen roots of hemlock and century oak, scurrying through the brush and darkening green like frenzied rabbits, like kill-hungry hounds...”