Cool forest mud between my toes, a light breeze blowing around my chest, my back slightly damp from my backpack, my eyes ahead to Liz.

Everyday we take a siesta and escape the midday heat, seeking shadow under the trees. Mosquitos bite me everywhere, but I don't care. We pick fresh berries and wild herbs, we cook over the campfire. We get sunburned, we jump into hidden lakes to cool off. I have never seen so many stars at night. We sleep in hammocks and I fall in love with the forest. La vie est belle.

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