“It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves. It was too green — an alien planet.”

— Stephenie Meyer

Bella Swan about Forks, Washington, p. 8
Twilight series, Twilight (2005)

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