The slim forest feels like my link to the earth. Sometimes I stand on a stump and pretend I’m Emerson, a little teary-eyed. I stretch my arms out, lift my chin, close my eyes and imagine I am a transparent eyeball through which the force and knowledge of the universe flow unchanged. I am part and parcel of it all.
Too soon Hector comes over and jumps on me. “Arf,” he says. The big dog, Bear, barks, too.
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