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In this place I can truly be one with nature. The breeze that kisses my face with slow caress. The ray of the sun slowly becoming more and more welcome. This is life. In this place I can forget all the things that would come back to me if mentioned. Even the bench I'm sitting on is the perfect temperature for comfort. I can wallow, I can rejoice, and I can be. The trees around me form a canopy to shield me from the mere perfection of a blue, cloudless sky, as if I couldn't handle one more breathtkaing existence less I want to breathe no more. Fallen leaves and pine needles gather around my feet not letting me forget that nothing can be perfect. They lie there representing those who have come before me admiring the admirable. WIth a view this beautiful, who could be so simple mided as to not wish to thrust oneself off land with the intentions of falling somewhere near the horizon? Who wouldn't want to take an emancipated step off of safety and cascade into anything that lies further than normal? Just a simple dive into uncertainty. Those dying to live may just take that chance.