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Me too. I have my favourite trees I say greetings to on my morning walks. Brushing and laying my face on the soft and squishy moss clinging to trees. Feeling the roughness of the bark on ‘old Doug’. Savouring the softness of the cedar bark. Flowers blooming as the climb a big old tree, the fallen tree I lay on and tell my troubles to and recount and rejoice what I’m grateful for…..oh yes, I love my trees. We breath in and out in unison. Couldn’t ask for more.

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