When I was young, I spent hours wandering aimlessly through the forest. I always felt that there was something magical about finding a secret clearing and hiding there. I would create sanctuaries in these clearings; bring out tarps, arrange rocks into private symbols, and climb as high into the trees as the weight of my body would allow.
“When in love, the sight of the beloved has a completeness which no words and no embrace can match: a completeness which only the act of making love can temporarily accommodate.”
— John Berger, Ways of Seeing
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