Far below, on the floor of the forest, was a constant, mysterious duskiness where the succulent wood sorrel, twinflower, cornel, and goldthread blossomed with a freshness only possible in untrodden spaces. Among the dark green leaves of the flowers was a soft, resilient cover of moss in which the feet of the wild animals and the occasional Indians settled deeply and gently. There were no noises except the noises of nature, no scars except the scars of nature, no sights except the sights which nature had been exhibiting for countless centuries.
Robert Marshall, The People’s Forests
This was a great reading to start my day. Thanks!
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