What Do I Feel?

What do I feel in the forest, when Spirits are wild and free?

What do I feel in the forest, when Gaia does comfort me?

What do I feel in the forest, when the spirits hold me near?

What do I feel in the forest? I feel that l am held dear.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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