Chasing Ghosts

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The woods speak their own language. Theirs are the words of the whispering leaves and the low growl and soft trample of the wolf.

Forests have secrets, It’s practially what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.

there is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is a rapture on the lonely shore,
there is society, where none intrudes,
by the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more

Nature is a haunted house–but Art–is a house that tries to be haunted

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Shannon. 23. Photographer. Nature enthusiast. Tree lover. Cow petter. Ever-colorful hair. Music and wrestling fanatic.

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