In the Depths of the Forrest

I never wanted to be in the depths of the forrest in the middle of the night, but maybe it wanted me. The earth plays drums over softly, I listen. I don’t fear the forrest, I let my mind be christened. Above the pine needles, the stars come out, the drums get louder and I see no paths. So here I stand, observing. Taking in all my senses of the forrest and learning what it has to tell me.

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