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The entrance to the forest is small, just a slim gap between two trees, projecting only darkness and a smell of damp leaves. We squeeze through, and inside the space draws out in all directions; we are tiny. We walk the rows, weaving between trees like cathedral columns. This seems fitting; there is a sense of ceremony here, of timelessness, of being in a place of presence, calm, and resilience…

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