“I find myself walking softly on the right undergrowth beneath the trees, not wanting to crack a twig, to crush or disturb anything in the least--for there is such a sense of stillness and peace that the wrong sort of movement, even one's very presence, might be fest as an intrusion, and, so to speak, anger the woods.”
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