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the clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness -John Muir
walk aimlessly into darkness
Row of green trees
into the woods
Sleep don’t visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I’ve never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most Welcome home Ships are launching from my chest Some have names but most do not If you find one, please let me know what piece I’ve lost… Welcome Home Son, Radical Face (song)
Ukrainian Carpathians, Bratkivska - Olga Krayevska
mmmm..summertime.used to do this just about every year at the little lake we used to go to in the summer...
Which path to take she wondered. One path would lead to having all her dreams come true but she knew it would destroy her. Then there was another path full of struggle that would intimately lead to contempt life. Where to go...
#plaid for #fall, a little partnerlook, cute :)
untitled by Maja Malou Lyse, via Flickr
Walden Pond...Where Henry David Thoreau wrote Walden. I would love to live in a cabin in the woods!
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canoe canoe canoe!