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A clear divide of the forest edge ahead and the tall plates of grass where I stood. A choice, tame or wild. Apprehensive to enter the woods. Would there be a beast that awaited me? No. Only the sewing of an unfamiliar feeling. This. Nature's refuge.
Nice. Okay, that was actually sweet. That really was. Wow. I'm assuming what you're... you mean by this poem. I'm going to make an inference here. I'm going to make a big old assumption that getting away from society can be peaceful and refreshing. to be out in nature is more human than to be working in McDonald's.
Hey, eternal. Thank you. Much love. And you know what? I'm not gonna reveal the true meaning behind this piece. Whatever you see is it. I love your interpretation. Thank you for sharing.
This prose, this poem, I don't know, I feel like you're personifying the earth or I'm thinking that the earth and nature itself, should I say, is actually thinking consciously as the way you're wording it. And now I'm finding myself in existential kind of line leaning towards nature and everything that it defines. Thank you.