about imagination..

when I imagine, how I walk through the woods… I mean the forest, after the rain… the feeling I get are as if not only my lungs fill with moist air, but also my head… and I wash away all the anxious thoughts with the help of this saving moisture and my mind is always grateful for that…

but I only imagine this…

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