I have been silent for a few days because I've been backpacking in Kentucky. The trip made me recall my romantic tendencies from college. I should have carried along Wordsworth's Prelude, but all I brought was Conrad's Typhoon.
The umbrella magnolias, the juniper, the maples, the snail seed, the tulip poplars, the blueberry bushes, the blackberry vines – I felt a sense of peace walking under them. Perhaps the Shawnee saw similar scenes hundreds of years ago and felt something similar. They are gone now and are replaced with nincompoops like myself who barely understand the cycle of the forest.
The umbrella magnolias, the juniper, the maples, the snail seed, the tulip poplars, the blueberry bushes, the blackberry vines – I felt a sense of peace walking under them. Perhaps the Shawnee saw similar scenes hundreds of years ago and felt something similar. They are gone now and are replaced with nincompoops like myself who barely understand the cycle of the forest.
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