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I'm walking inside the yellow forest. The road takes me farther and farther inside the trees, dimming the light and the flow of time. I am alone, in the immensity that is the forest. I can hear my thoughts. I am afraid to speak, because I fear that only one word is enough to destroy this moment of pure silence...
dressed up in yellow a parade of trees and leafs - in the endless time My footsteps are covered by yellow, fallen leafs. I feel their scent in the air, I feel their nerves inside my very own self. The season flow inside me as I become one with the air, one with the wood, one with nature and everything else... It is only me and the forest, a pure feeling and nothing more... inside the darkness the wood always appears - in a drop of light... I have to leave... But I will never forget the immensity of the forest, I will never forget the feeling of imponderability. A wood, under the blue sky, in the middle of the day, far away from the sun, far away from the madding crowd. Sanctity, in the middle of nowhere, I found myself...
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