March 9/365 Gods

A grove of old-growth hemlock, pine, and oak marks the end of an easy trail in Ricketts Glen. I found an open space between several of these ancients, a deeply shaded ground, thick with the leavings of trees: twigs, bark, and needles. With my eyes closed, I breathed in their exhalation. I know only these gods.

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