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 |  | The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. - John Muir
 
 
 
 I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.
 - Henry David Thoreau
 
 
 
 In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
 - John Fowles
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