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Pondering The Past, Looking Towards The Future


Last updated 11/13/2017 at 4:32pm

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 about me the forest began to wake, and the life it contained began to stir. Light shifted and around me the colors glowed. I stood to survey the landscape below the outcropping where I rested – blac...

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