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Alone in the woods, a man seeks solace in the simplicity of a primal act. He steps out of his clothes, the crisp air whisking around him, and grips his cock, aiming it at the ground. The warm, golden liquid flows, drenching the earth, a stark contrast to the lush greenery. He groans in satisfaction, his body relaxing, as he continues to empty himself, the sound of his urine hitting the ground a rhythmic, almost meditative, symphony.