What a feeling it would be to lie down on the soft underbrush of Muir Woods and look up and see the thousand year old redwoods cocooning you. In solitude you hear the soft trickle of the river next to you. Nothing moves, and you take comfort in the woods that seem to not change in a world where everything changes in a blink of an eye. Alone with your thoughts, all you can do is think.
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