Recorded while hiking, which explains but does not justify the noise of the wind, stream, footsteps, and worst of all, my heavy breathing. But the poem is beautiful, and the background noise might help you intuit the setting I recorded in, which is about as beautiful as it gets. It is, in fact, up South Fork in Provo Canyon, on my way to the Cascade Saddle (among other places).

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