I once read that Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash could fish for hours in a river without saying a word. I admire that silent camaraderie—the mutual respect of being together, yet lost in individual communion with nature. For me, nature is a personal sanctuary, something I cherish and revere. Nature’s power lies in slow transformation, in silent actions spanning evolutionary time...
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