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In autumn's breath, in winter's icy streams, in the beautiful choreographed chaos of spring, in the green crescendo of summertime, the deciduous forest is the place I keep my heart strings safe.

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The deciduous forest speaks to me of my place in the holocene, in this long era that allowed for seasonal plants to evolve. They are the poetry of my soul, the way that they change, as if they have been such happy passengers on a gentle rollercoaster, one well maintained by a caring and devoted crew.

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The deciduous forest is the easel of my emotions, as such there is a part of me that realises how we evolved together, that our connection is soulful rather than crude consumption.

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The deciduous forest has a way of helping me to decide my direction in life, in how I can make my words and deeds a part of its story, one that should go on long into the far horizon.