You struggle through the mountain laurel and through the tangle of branches and downed trees from a recent winter ice storm, and you push through and you push through and you get to a place that probably no one has been in 60 years, a place that probably has never been visited by anyone living, a place which is therefore the "wilderness"; and you find a little something. Behold, a reward for the effort:(A wetland is to the right in this picture)
Or again, a little something next to a brook:A familiar shape. I find it is worth looking at the shapes of single rocks on rocks.
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