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the first time I hiked through the forest at night I was frightened And then, I just decided i could not remain scared I trusted the bark was bark and if I stretched my hands out  I could touch the solidness of a tree and I trusted that the ground was ground firm beneath my feet that it would support me and not suddenly give way opening like a trap door I trusted that my ears would hear I trusted so now I must trust that the heart can feel ( what is truly real)
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 10:59 AM UTC
The first
the first time I hiked through the forest at night I was frightened And then, I just decided i could not remain scared I trusted the bark was bark and if I stretched my hands out  I could touch the solidness of a tree and I trusted that the ground was ground firm beneath my feet that it would support me and not suddenly give way opening like a trap door I trusted that my ears would hear I trusted so now I must trust that the heart can feel ( what is truly real)
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33/Los Angeles, CA
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 10:59 AM UTC
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