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Yesterday I went for a tiny hike in the woods. More of a walk, really.

The air smelled damp and clear. Roots snaked over the cold earth, moss growing soft and luscious on their knobbly backs.

I sunk my own roots into the mud, wriggled my toes. Felt clay rise up around me. Felt recharged.

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