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Pondering The Past, Looking Towards The Future


November 13, 2017

Owen Carson

View from the Plott Balsams

The forest was dark, enshrouded in mist that hung thick between the trees like spiderwebs and softened sound. It was cold and damp, the kind of weather that cuts straight through your clothes, and I was alone in the woods. I sat quiet for a while, listening intently for breaks in the silence. Slowly it came: a flitting, a loud 'chirrup', leaves rustling, a pulse of wings behind me. Forgetting...

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