"I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost... like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago.
--Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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