I stood on the edge of Oslo, staring at the forest. The city and wild woods were almost touching. Ahead of me stretched a path, connecting me to a place hundreds of miles away. It felt almost like a secret. The path was almost hidden, like an invisible door into the wilderness. The busy city seemed unaware of it. Even with my map I still got lost trying to find the way through the last row of buildings. And then with a few steps forward I left the city behind me and came into a world of rushing streams and innumerable fir trees.
As the narrow path curved upwards through the forest, I imagined ...
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