The sight of the trees here, their aroma warms up my heart. This ground feels so familiar, it’s almost like I’m walking down my imagination. She reflected.
I never want to be away. I never want to be out of the warm embrace of these bushes. I wish I could open the doors to my heart, the same way this forest has opened its doors for me. How? It had been a long walk. Through the garden, through the cactus land, here is where I am now.
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