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WALKING A SHADED TRAIL Walking on the piney shaded trail working toward a distant river, listening to the morning's birds, a dove cooing nearby, dawn's light breaks over the hills. Alongside the trail the rustling of squirrels preparing for winter's approach. Winding along this path brings me closer to sounds of rushing waters. My breath is clear, this sound important in my ear is close to the drumming of my heart, consistent like the silence around me. What a delight this wilderness here, the pulse of spirits, the gently flapping of an eagle's wings overhead, a connection lasting until I come out on the bank overlooking the river's waters. My spirit joins with others here.
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