If I suffer amnesia and don’t know who I am, bring me to the woods.

Lead me to the place where rustling aspens whisper to soft footed animals

and twisted roots hold tight.

In this place where cool water flows and flowers just keep blooming

the smell of pine sap will make me, me again.





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