I Think The Forest Is Breathing

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I camp alone to clear my head.

At night I could hear the trees breathing.

Not wind.

Breathing.

Slow inhale.

Slow exhale.

I pressed my ear to a trunk.

It was warm.

Pulsing.

When I stepped back, all the trees were leaning toward my tent.