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So I sit down at the keyboard with absolutely no plan on what to write
and as my mind wanders through memories of good times or bad times or trips I've taken people I've met seasons I've enjoyed spring summer hunting winter woods wandered through stealthily walking on leaves crackling underfoot. If a deer hears me I'm close enough to see movement, They hear or feel my walking on bare ground so much further away.
It's woods knowledge like this, like knowing where my scent has preceded me up morni… Continue