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CHRIS
CLARA
DAN
DESIREE
DOMINIQUE
ELVIRA
IAN
JANICE
KHALED
NICOLE
Instructors
NICOLE
PERRINE
CHAPERONES
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To
be a Giant Sequoia...
To
be a huge tree.
To feel the sun so close...to feel mighty, a tree among
trees to hear the quiet. To not move. To not have to worry.
To not worry. Animals would use my shade- they would love
me, but respect me, because of my size and strength. I could
be strong and cold on the inside, but soft and warm on the
outside. Yup.
I'm
finally here...
I'm
sitting on a
semicircular object that sort of looks like a huge horseshoe
sticking out of one side of this hill. In front of me, nature
displays her splendor like a shy, first time lover. Heh
heh. The creek flows its sweet song, airplane fly overhead-
cool. We just got here with the hike- I feel good- comfortable.
I can tell because my jokes actually make sense. The hike
was an adventure. It was disappointing that I couldn't stop
to look for very long, but now I can. At first I was a little
unsure about doing this (hike) but it was great. I learned
that sometimes the plainest food tastes great- if you want
it bad enough. I like having my space during the hike- I
had time to think.

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Diversity...
Diversity.
So much. So overwhelmingly different. Nothing is exactly
the same. In nature, that's important because things in
nature compliment each other. If everything is linked, everything
hitched to something else, nothing can be exactly the same-
it would be like two like ends of a magnet. I don't really
know if there's a reason for things being diverse though-
I mean, if every rock was the exact same size, shape, texture,
composition, and color, what would be the harm? I just think
that nature is random- that's nature's way.

Just
a thought though, if there are laws that govern nature,
that make things happen the way they do, then what created
those? Was it another random act? When did these laws begin?
I think I understand why Physicists think the way they do.
They see through the world's reality into a more real reality.
Nature
It's
ok thinking...
leaves like a soft carpet under me- cradling me. The trees
above peer back curiously, and reach for the sun. The stones,
boulders really, like the ruins of an ancient civilization,
once alive and vibrant, now cool and peaceful, covered with
lichen.
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