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The calls of the birds. The songs of nature pull me from slumber, stealing me away from your warm embrace. The cricks and cracks of mother nature remind me that we are all on one journey that will end just as cruelly as it began. As much as I am afraid of man, the birds and faeries of the forest are afraid of me. It feels like home, however, being in the wild wonderland. The primal feeling of being free calls to me within my life as a slave to the expectations of the bricks and mortar jail. The wind rushing through my hair, the dirt underneath my toes, the bark of the trees beneath my fingertips. I feel my blood calling to those who have come before, and to those that could teach me many things about the way of life. A fire not just to keep me warm, but also to see it for what it truly is, a force of nature. So destructive but yet so beautiful at the same time. Like Alice in Wonderland but I’m Alice and the Wonderland is the Australian outback.