Heaven is for Forest Bathers

You never thought bathing was something to do in the forest, although you never said.   You were just there.   Unequivocally there, emphasis on there with your good boots and dirty fingernails and nose pointing down ferny shaded corridors rustling with coal tit and squabbling chaffinch. No reason to consider your wellbeing; your being …

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