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I take pleasure in the sound of our feet grazing over loose gravel, the crunch of dry leaves under our shoe tread, the pitter-patter Bella's paws on the trail beside us. I love watching the clean movements of his legs, so sure and strong eating up the ground. We walk among giants, the great sequoias and redwoods loom above us, their massive trunks scarred by fire and time. Thousands of years of time, rooted in one spot, growing, twisting, enduring. They've seen the world go through massive transformations, what would a thousand year time laps from their perspective look like? How many different pairs of feet have they watched scuffle past from their lofty height?
I take pleasure in the sound of our feet grazing over loose gravel, the crunch of dry leaves under our shoe tread, the pitter-patter Bella's paws on the trail beside us. I love watching the clean movements of his legs, so sure and strong eating up the ground. We walk among giants, the great sequoias and redwoods loom above us, their massive trunks scarred by fire and time. Thousands of years of time, rooted in one spot, growing, twisting, enduring. They've seen the world go through massive transformations, what would a thousand year time laps from their perspective look like? How many different pairs of feet have they watched scuffle past from their lofty height?
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