If I hadn't been walking through the state park I would've missed out on seeing the six inch tall brought orange mushroom and the extremely tiny purple flower nestling up to a tree. Being inside any forest always feels like sitting with a symphony. There's always so much to see and listen to. Then the painting changes. If I return to the mushroom will it ever be the same?

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