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“I wonder where, if anywhere, Hope still lives. I pack up my water bottle, my journal, and my eco-angst to escape the long arms of too-much information. I slide into the car seat, buckle up, and hit road, white knuckles clenching the steering wheel. As as I leave the freeway behind and begin the ascent the mountain park, a strange thing happens: I catch myself humming. My fingers tap the steering wheel. How to explain these strange expressions of calm? By the time I park at the nature center, my entire body feels eased and eager to hit the trail, like a puppy freed from a cage.”

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