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Nubes entre las ramas y el azul. Hojarasca bajo los pies. Sonidos pr\u00edstinos. Transparencia. Maleza, insectos, p\u00e1jaros, madera… Respiraci\u00f3n, cadencia, vibraci\u00f3n. En el bosque, a veces, el camino desaparece en la fronda. Despu\u00e9s solo queda… Lo no hollado. El silencio. 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