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After a long day, I gather the last of my concentration and walk to the base of an isolated tree. It’s a cloudy night, so as I hug the trunk I rely on my bare feet to locate the notches that have been hacked into the bark. The tree is still slick from the evening’s rain, so I gingerly scramble up the trunk, climb between swaying branches, and haul myself over the railing of a tree house.
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