HE SAT IN THE DENSE UNDERGROWTH AND THOUGHT


He sat in the dense undergrowth and thought. He'd always been a great thinker. Not a GREAT thinker, he wasn't a philosopher, a spiritual guide, a teacher, but he did mull things over in his mind, and it always appeared to be a near constant 'mull'.
Others had mentioned it in the past, in the present, and probably in the future. They'd noticed his distraction, his lack of focus on the pressing gossip of the day, the small talk issues. It wasn't that they were boring to him, he could get into small talk and gossip when he needed to, he just ... didn't need to.
So he sat in the dense undergrowth and thought.

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