Walking quietly through forests standing within this mind,
scenting thoughts with their pine tree aromas, a lucid,
complete pathway along, narrow ways of ideas.
Contouring and following the aromas to another dimension,
standing off to sides of every mirror reflection being seen
inside.
Shining images peeking out from behind tree trunks, wanting
to be seen, so they may come out into clearings of the
forest.
Visions of clearly detailed beauty of nature appearing.
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