Sunlight filtering through mist on a forest path

Plate I. Filed under Walking.

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A Fairytale Forest, at Walking Pace

I had spent most of my adult life avoiding theme parks, and then I spent nine hours in a pine forest in the south of the Netherlands and came out tired in the legs and not in the head.

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