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A snow-capped mountain where nobody goes; a forest thick with foliage and trees; a river which meanders as it flows through spaces that nobody likely sees; an expanse of sand too wide to be traversed; a tundra where no man cares to abide; a spot deep in the sea that’s not yet cursed; a forgotten weed-infested graveside. In this world where so many places teem with humanity and the chaos we bring, there still exists the quiet of a dream and nature has evaded mankind’s sting. Where silence listens, sounds are wild or raw, like wind-rush, wave-roar or simple crow-caw.
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