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>hit by cool air that smells like stone and dirt on a hot day
>its dark inside but you can see the end, safe
>quiet, but you can still hear the hum of mother nature outside
>know its limits mirror yours, it's an extension of you
>it grows, so do you
>find treasure like cool rocks
>it will be there after you're gone
>get to wash dirt off your hands and out of your hair
It's infinity, women will never know
