The woods were all full of secrets, before we knew any of them. Before we even knew there were secrets to know.
Although didn't we always kind of know there were secrets? Didn't we always? We just didn't have any idea what they were.
We still don't
(more) know most of the secrets. We've learned a couple of them. We've learned enough to be more sure that there's a lot going on. A lot to be afraid of, even. A lot to be nervous about, or worried about, or at least cautious around. Maybe not cautious, exactly. But something.(less)
