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The Woods
The Woods
I am walking down a trail in the most beautiful forest.
Tall trees reaching the the sky with wildlife abundant within.
The rain begins to chime on the leaves of the treetops.
The animals start to scurry home, but I find a seat.
This is my home. This is where I belong.
The rain falls gently on my skin until I am dampened from head to toe.
I breathe in the fresh forest air, thick with the steam from the ground.
I reach my hands up to meet droplets of rain, feeling their paths be ended by the surface of my palm.
I let my eyes wander, and I find a beautiful reflection of the forest within a tiny raindrop. Hanging upside down.
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Photography by: Chelsea Fluck
Poetry by: Chelsea Fluck
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