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The woods are great.
-Give me a place, rich with life. Away from the turmoil of human strife.- I go there to listen. -Shut out the machine; leave it behind, 'till the new sounds-around flush the mind.- Next up: an eyeball rinse. -Climb me a mountain to get some exposure. Get some perspective. Look for some closure.- Then a foot wash: -Get some friends and walk the beach. Have a fire. Stay in reach.- Repeat as necessary. Unlimited refills.
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