We are ancient, or think we are. Our tired knees and bruised heels tell us so as we climb from the valley floor to the lookout, the one perched high on the ridge above the valley. We spend an hour here before descending to the lake for camp. We make dinner and eat as the…
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The Trees
History. I seem to run into it everywhere. I wasn’t looking for it this morning. Not at all. I simply want to go for a walk, wander in the woods. Dispel the melancholy that seems to own the morning. A March morning, somewhere near spring. A breeze bends some of the drooping tips of the…
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