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cool in the shade, air scented sickly sweet with damp earth fresh from heavy rains

the sun shines strong, sweat pricks my skin

the path hardly walked, hard to follow

the forest rings with the cries of pheasants disturbed as much as its stirs with the creaks and groans of the giants that line either side of the path

i carry on wiping the sweat from my brow and with a smile on my face

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