The woods they do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream…
Jack Kerouac
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The woods they do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream…
Jack Kerouac
Dharma Bums
