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The sun was already up by the time I woke up by the river. I couldn’t move my neck it was still a little stiff from the rock I had used for a pillow the night before. I could see just off in the distance the dark storm clouds moving towards where I was. After a bit more of waking up and stretching out the morning jitters I walked along the bank away from the storm. I had spent much of my life wandering through this endless forest. I can’t actually recall what drove me away from my friends and family or civilization as a whole, but I felt a desire to connect with something bigger; something more primal and simpler. I’ve found in my days out here truth is only found in simplicity. Maybe that’s why I fled from my life. I was too determined to find my own truth on my own terms, that method left me bitter and disappointed with little hope of finding any fragment. One morning I rolled out of bed, and without calling goodbye or leaving a note I decided to let nature and fate fill me in on what was real and untouched by man’s hands or man’s mind.