Walk into a rainforest and breath, deeply. Time feels softer, slower. Light reflects and refracts off a gentle creek, casting dancing patterns onto ancient trunks and forgotten boulders. One tree holds on like a giant hand holding a ball. Listen, sounds of the rainforest. Running water, a rustle of leaves, a birds whistle echos around. I can't see them, they hide well, but one small plant catches my eye. It was firmly planted on a moss covered rock sitting directly in front of a cascading waterfall. Amongst all the giant trees this small plant had the best view.
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