Our eyes constantly looking about. As we ride through this forest. We try not to disturb a thing. But, still, we can't help but get into our own heads. The feel of one another as we ride, the sounds of our breathing as we hike. The beauty that fills our eyes, vast, so vast. Every moment is a new wild flower, a leaning tree, a butterfly, a dark spot in the corner. Something always to look at, yet we know to the things that live there, we are the new thing to look at. We are really blind to all that sees us.
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