Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade... I live in great density... Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage... In the forest, I am my entire self. Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines. Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities. Gaston Bachelard
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Forest is a place where we can connect with our true selves and hide from the rest of the world. The forest is the perfect place to be yourself, forget about problems and enjoy yourself.

Source: The Poetics Of Space

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