"The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a peice of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify to this feeling."
The woods is this kind of mystical place were we are in touch with nature. No forest is really alike the senses that it gives off. also that so many things have goon by while the woods have just been there always the same.
martes, 10 de abril de 2007
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