This time two years ago, I barely made it to one of my favourite sitting logs in the forest. It was the early afternoon and it was unseasonably cool, so I was wearing my brown corduroy jacket with fuzzy lining. I had only begun exploring the forest and stayed relatively close to the road due to my ever-increasing fatigue. I often stopped at this log to …
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