I am in the wood, buried in its somber gloom, and hushed in its solemn silence; hid from all human eyes; shut in with nature and nature’s God, and absent from all human contrivances.
From his autobiography, Douglass describes finding temporary refuge in the woods after escaping Covey, reflecting on his isolation and connection to nature.
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