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the back of your hand |
i was walking on a forest trail most people passing me were cyclers or joggers but i don't like to go too fast in the forest sometimes i just stand there staring at a notch in a tree or the way two branches twist up to the sky wrapped around each other like lovers going round and round an argument or the moss- which really seems to grow on all sides of a tree trunk, despite what they say so if you ever get lost follow the sun or a river- the moss will just trick you. a group passed me, and a man said "i know this forest like the back of my hand" but i wonder how well he knows the back of his hand |