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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

Given the weekend to spend as a human, Seanán could not wait until Monday to escape the rushing madness of human time. He walked the forest all night longing to get back to the serenity of being a Sequoia.

Reminds me of , down over the hill in Wonowon at the Blue Berry Camp, remembering, this is an Elk, but I saw a Moose and her Calf, so majestic, awww the memories.

Love makes us real. Once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." - The Velveteen Rabbit

Autumn in Casentino, Italy / by David Butali

The woods...deep in the forest is where the magic begins...look! don't you see it? Look in the shadows...

Don't trust your eyes in this forest. Left is right and right is left. Up and down are the other way around. And the creatures you see are monsters in reality.

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver, Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone, And yet not out by any brook or river, But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.