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Nature, picture a beautiful green forest, a pathway that whispers breathe. |
| Inviting greens their petioles as hands opened to the curious stranger. Adventurous spirits gasp, they thrill at the beamish decadence, the overwhelming verdure. The worn paths, civilization's abrasive affects sharply harsh against new growth. Go deeper in, deeper calm. Into the bed of solace, we fall spell-bound to its whispering promises. Cajoling our senses the mysterious allure methodically breathing. |