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To go to the mountains and live with no vision of city landscapes.

To be near where the trees are green and the ground soft and the only sounds are of  the animals talking and the wind whistling.

To live off the land and sweat of the brow.

To know true nature both bad and good.

To be in a place to discover the roots of the soul.

Where darkness makes light.

To leave the world of hassle and bustle.

Where we endlessly strive to find what cannot be found.

For we are too busy to find a place to discover life's meaning

 or could it simply be within ourselves,

but we are to ignorant to listen?

Tracey Griffith 1993

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