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My neighbor’s cabin has always been a place to catch my breath.  Mornings are fresh and alive with 4-legged creatures rummaging around for food.  There is one place I visit every time I’m there–a flat rock that could hold at least three people. I lay on my back for as long as I can stand the cold.   Every morning feels like a new start, like possibility is all around you if only you look.

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