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By Corina Daniela Obertas
Step by step you stride into the the silence of the wood,
Little by little, everything behind you vanishes,
Suddenly, you realise that the only sounds you hear
Are the rustle of the dried leaves over which you walk,
Birds singing, and the soft sigh of your breath...
And then...you feel your heart intensely beating.
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