Come to the woods, for here is rest.
There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.
Here grow the wallflower and the violet.
The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee,
The logcock will wake you in the morning.
Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.
Of all the upness accessible to mortals,
There is no upness comparable to the mountains.
John Muir
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