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I stumble through the woods, once again.

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Rocks and pebbles pepper the ground.
Robins chirp; squirrels play hide and seek in the trees.
A breeze blows through the leaves; some scatter.
I stop, listen beyond the quiet.



Sticking my walking stick into the ground, I feel a sort of energy.
Not dramatic, but a more subtle jolt.
I close my eyes. Then look up.
The birds continue to sing; the squirrels dance.
The breeze blows.
I turn, hoping this time may be different.







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