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Leave the city. Go back. Home in on your roots, your forest, your trees. Return to your old, your childhood friends, your stomp. Back to family, back to Mom, back to love, back to home.

Every Summer I return to my cottage, and I feel so blessed to have this place to return to. Where the sleeps are deep, and the pine-scented woods welcome me back like a kid coming in from play. This place is of me, deep within.

Nature always gives me tenfold what I go to her for. I am bliss, I am unfolding, I am found.