UNTOUR Although I long to wander deep in your primal woods, camping alone to absorb your wild personality and remember the time my ancestors were native to similar ancient circles, now we've descended into this 21st century where raging civilization greedily spawns multi-millions of families planning escape from their own massive hordes to woodland roads and trails near campgrounds and lodges built with harvested trees to host the growing crowds who trample the forest underfoot, driving more prudent animals out on the deadly highways that bring too many humans with their smug anticipation almost happily unaware of the sad paradox. |
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