Your driving up a dusty dirt road as sunlight cascades down upon you. You breathe deeply, to inhale each ray of that most magnificent golden glow. The Populus tremuloides shimmers and quakes as if it's greeting you and saying, "Welcome to my home, be good to it kind human". You've left civilization behind, only for a night or two - to commune with yourself and nature. This could be a dream, or it might just be another bewitched weekend in the woods. Did you remember your sleeping bag? I'm only asking because it tends to get pretty cold this time of the year.
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