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I have always felt the living presence of trees The forest that calls to me as deeply as I breathe, As though the woods were marrow of my bone As though I myself were tree, a breathing, reaching Arc of the larger canopy Beside a brook bubbling to foam Like the one deep in these woods, That calls That whispers home ...
Poem: The Presence of Trees by Michael S. Glaser - Photograph: Ayhan ÇAKAR A view of Sirkeci-Halkalı suburbans and Trees at Sirkeci Terminal, Seraglio Point Eminönü, Turkey Sirkeci-Halkalı banliyöleri ve ağaçların Sirkeci Gar'ında bir görüntüsü
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