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“It was a way of belonging,” Jan tells me, eyes crinkling with the memory. “When I was a child, the forest felt safer than the cramped streets of the town. It was where I could be alone with my thoughts.”
“It was a way of belonging,” Jan tells me, eyes crinkling with the memory. “When I was a child, the forest felt safer than the cramped streets of the town. It was where I could be alone with my thoughts.”