There is an island up the northern coast of British Columbia where I lived and worked in the rain forest for a time. It was not easy, living in a tent, cooking meals over a fire, and dealing with the wild things. More than any other place it changed me. It was pristine and vibrant with the energy of life. There is no other place like it. At least no other place I have found in my wanderings.
Perhaps it lives only in my memory now. I often think of returning. I dream of the mist wreathed beach where I gathered the concretion into my hand. Where a wise man spoke my fate. I did not want to hear it then, could not believe. Yet here I stand, a testament to the words formed those decades past.
It will always live in my heart and my dreams.
Live Free, Be Wild!
The Wild 
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