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The air,
Is dense and clean,
It fills more than the lung,
It is a soul enhancer,
The minds steroid.
Hiking through the mountains,
In the infinite,
Isolation of the fog.
The comfort of the pine,
Covers from the intoxication,
Of the disorienting smog.

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