If I lived any place other than right here, I would pine for these evergreen hills, this forest that has become a vital part of my soul.
The pine forest is home to so many souls of creation and I feel so blessed to hear my heart beat among theirs.
The pine forest has a time-machine aroma every day of the year, it is the very ether of my memories.
The pine forest rises over what otherwise would be a bare rain-washed rocky scree, creating an artwork of untold beauty on a canvas that requires the hand of God.
Upon the pine needle carpet, that comforting blanket to the Earth, my feet walk good and steady.
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