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The hills once stretched further than the eyes could see. They were engulfed in trees, and the sunlight revealed shadows of mystical beauty and fantasies come to life. Strolling in the forest, one can almost envision "the little people" of the woods - those that kept it alive and thriving. The heartbeat of the wood itself was the evening's dew, glistening on the leaves in winter, and the sounds of the animals, who lived there... I look at those same "woods" now, and all I see is modern architecture - residential and commercial buildings, and the populants among them. Such a site brings a tear to the eye. Is the growing and maintenance of s