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the forest is a lung. it is a brain. it is a great organism made up of moving parts. when you walk through the forest, you are not in a place. you are in a being, traveling through its arteries while it breathes and thinks around you. the forest feels your presence. it knows that you are there.

Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

Tillie Olsen, from her short story collection "Tell Me A Riddle," published in 1960