Sometimes when I am on a trail I stand far to the right, next to a wall of bushes and trees. I extend my right arm and let my hand just touch, just barely touch, the branches and leaves. I lean my body back a bit and slouch my shoulders. I kind of tuck my head down. Before I know it, I am in a nice little pocket of green, spying an easy exit, moving quickly through the perfect line.
Seems like you carry this dis ease everywhere. When not surfing, you're searching.
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