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Into the Wild By Romina Mofrad

  • Mar 4, 2025
  • 1 min read

Only fifty miles till peace.

A lot more ahead, a long way from anywhere, but at peace.

A lone wanderer of the wilderness, gone too far alone.

Writhing and twisting in heat, but refusing to be driven out of the woods.

You were on your own, committing yourself to something absolute.

The pleasure of suffering, but the novelty of nature.

An escape from society, ultimate freedom.

Easy to do good, what more can the heart of a man desire?

Joys too great to be described in words, and griefs not dared to dwell.

Alone upon the land, lost in the wild.


 
 

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