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there's something about the woods.
being surrounded by forest. living among the trees.
reading by the fire, stowing the iphones and battery-operated distractions.
eating over the flame and sleeping under the stars as the coals die down.
dirt under your nails after only a few short hours and messy hair.
roasting s'mores and playing with pocket knives.
exploring nature and soaking in the golden hour.
quiet. still. solitude shared only by those who understand.

i think they call it peace.

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