Walking the leaf-covered path behind our turn-of-the-century house, I seek peace and solace. The hike is a meditation of sorts, the winding trail a teacher of the highest order, if I can stay present.
Walking the leaf-covered path behind our turn-of-the-century house, I seek peace and solace. The hike is a meditation of sorts, the winding trail a teacher of the highest order, if I can stay present.
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