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      Living in the city i never have seen the beauty of the forest, but now that ive seen it ive grown attached to it. I fear that nobody will find me , but on the other hand i never want to leave.

      As i go deeper into the forest it feels like im flouting in mid air. I take in everything the forest the trees the sticks everything.  My mind is empty and i feel happy.

     I decide not to venture into the forest anymore and turn back to go to the beach.  The sun is going down and it is starting to get cold. I cover myself with the hot sand and fall asleep.

    I wake up to freezing cold water touching my toes. I lean on my hands and crawl back up to the tree i used yesterday. I look into the forest and see somthing white with black stripes run into a bush.

  

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