when i was young, in the 60s and 70s, i played, by myself, in the countryside--chances my kids--but for possibly a brief time when they lived on midland point or when wes and cady went to barley hill or chloe went to sandy hills--didn't have. in crashing through creeks, roaming through orchards, hiking the escarpment, and later canoeing in summer, biking and walking as much as possible, and cross-country skiing in the winter, i came to love our near-wild world, came to know it is not out there, came to feel its indivisibility. did i explore nature or did it explore me or am i exploring myself?
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