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I adore this feeling, this grounding, this intimacy with the wild. With each step, I become less human and more tree—rooted, but not tethered. The earth welcomes me like an old friend, and I sink into its touch, its presence.
I am both anchored and unbound. Like a tree that walks, I carry the essence of the forest with me. Free to roam, yet forever planted in its magic. This is where I belong, where I feel whole—where the earth and I are one.