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“‘Be not far from me,’” I say. “‘For trouble is near and there is no one to help.’”
There is something freeing in giving up and accepting that I am going to die out here. If the woods will have me, then first I will drink all it has to offer, a child once again, uncaring as to how I look or what others may think. I am utterly alone, untethered.
