Follow me, we are going into the woods. Can you smell the balsam and that spongy fungus kind of a smell that hides beneath the decaying leaves? Can you feel the gnarly roots under your boots as you wander off the trail looking for a nursing log to rest upon. Can you feel your breathing slow down as you become one with the woods. The sun only slightly warms your back as it finds its way through the trees to you. Let's just sit here for awhile, the world will still be there when we go back home.
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