The sweet, strong wind blows in my face and whips through my now tangled hair.
Memories come flooding back as I walk the trails I loved as a young child.
Countless times I've come here just to think.
These woods hold many secrets.
The trees seem almost alive; ever watchful of those who pass by.
The river, too, is a safe refuge.
I gaze peacefully at the water as it flows lightly over the rocks.
This place is forever a part of my very being.
My heart lies in the woods I love so much.
On the trails I know so well.
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