Somewhere just beyond the Theodore Roosevelt National Park lies a land that is a photographer's dream. The landscape making constant and drastic changes over a roughly short distance. It's a halfway point between rocky mountains and rolling hills that inspires the imagination to dream of a simpler time, a time when this was all there was. No permanent houses threatening these gentle giants, no skyscrapers to overlook this majestic beauty, no roads to eat into the sides of these hillish mountains. The landscape here is a testament of time, a gentle reminder that no matter what we do in humanities lifetime, time will still take it down and raise its mountains, hills, and forests, back up again. Here is the past, here is the present, and here is the future. We owe it to our ancestors, ourselves, and our future generations to keep the beautiful things in life intact, so that they may be able to experience what we can, and understand as we do, that there are things in life worth fighting for.
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