nest of bushes

“You’ll see,” he said with a grin. I had known Kevin since high school and understood at once that we were up to mischief. I followed him through a thick nest of bushes before we climbed a large boulder. Kevin sat down on the edge of the rock and opened the leather binocular case hanging from his shoulder.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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