There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...
13 October 2013
I've found no tree anywhere that compares to the magic and mysticism of the Acacia, especially the ones you find on the great plains of Kenya.
Hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old, they rise from the Earth as silent protectors to creatures that will only be here for a fraction of time in comparison.
Like transient techno music that washes waves of trippiness through your skull, get lost in the beauty of the Acacia.....
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