I pulled off the road.
Young trilliums await me.
Grass dirt and the rain.
Sloshing through the mud.
I can feel the earth below.
Pulsing breathing soil.
Wind blows mind away.
Woosh woosh wish whirl woosh shhh ptch.
Kissing lush green moss.
Orange salamanders.
Mosey on by to puddle.
Merrily frolic.
Rushing water near.
Creek appears within the mist.
Elation follows.
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