Walk with me awhile and we will climb this track into the hills; these are the foothills not the mountains, so the climb is gentle;  look back and see the plains and towns we left behind, look on towards the wooded summits, and feel them stretch their arms around us  in their comfortable wildness. Walk with me and let me show you trace of deer and boar and badger;  how the silence slowly thickens with the pressing of the forest; that a world exists beyond our path,  completely self-contained  not heeding our incursion;  and then the opening of a meadow  and orchids, white and yellow, waking from their slumber. Walk with me,  entirely being you,  and if you feel me just beside you, do not turn,  for seeing me you lose me, rather, look ahead as I am,  so we have a sense each of the other  in our walking and our looking and our being who we are  together in this moment,  each step just containing this.

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