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When I think of my childhood, I always think of the time spent roaming the woods, finding curious creatures and watching as the forest both inhaled and exhaled. I came to realize that the forest is a life support system, much like my own body is to my mind. I am a mess of synapses and neurons, relaying electrical impulses much like the language of the forest: serenity. I am connected to the interwoven lifelines of the Earth as my veins are interconnected pathways both to and from my heart. Have you ever reveled at the sheer capacity of the earth, from the microscopic levels to the cosmos? A seemingly quiet place in a forest is never really as dormant as one may think. 


Polar Bear by Mike Kolesnikov
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Dawson in Autumn from the front and back porch

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Opaque  by  andbamnan