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....I have always felt the living presence of trees, the forest that calls to me as deeply as I breathe, as though the woods were marrow of my bone as though, I myself were tree, a breathing, reaching arc of the larger canopy, beside a brook bubbling to foam like the one, deep in these woods, that calls, that whispers home! ....poem by Michael S Glaser
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Very nice shot, absolutely gorgeous!
~ Pam :)