Deep in the forest, where sunlight miraculously reaches through a maze of branches and warms up the budding flowers hidden in the shadow of old trees. The footpath lies ahead like an invitation.
On the rocky ocean shore, watching the sunset and listening to the wind singing its strange incantations. A song of hope, loss, death, life, everything that ever mattered compressed in one long melodic whoosh. Like the song of a mother from a never discovered tribe deep in the jungle.
Lying on my back in the field, watching the clouds move across the sky and transform as they pass. A giant shape shifting show on display for anybody and for nobody. Just watching. Just breathing. Just lying in the sun along with all other life forms.
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