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Stops me in my tracks to listen for...nothingness. Perhaps a brook trickling under the snowy bridge or the leaves rustling.

Nourishment for my souls restlessness are the textures of peeling birch bark, the crunching sounds of snow underfoot and glorious expansive views.

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