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For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Hermann Hesse
Three Rivers Deep (book series) "A two-souled girl begins a journey of self discovery..." threeriversdeep.w...
Stone House (aka Witches Castle) in the towering pine trees in Forest Park, near downtown Portland Oregon. Covered in green lichen, moss, and ferns. An abandoned structure from the early-1900's.