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Follow the water long enough and the forest parts into a corridor of its own making—vines and branches arching overhead, stone steps dissolving into the stream. I kept the camera low and close to the current, letting the long exposure soften the flow into silk, while a single figure far away reminds you how small you are here. Every shade of green, the hush between birdsong, light filtering down in slow shafts. Step off the path, wade in, and the woods quietly take you in.