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Saturday, January 1, 2011

My Mountain Home

After almost 10 years since moving here, the old place has become part of me.  Each day I am truly thankful - for when I go to bed and wake with the warming fire of winter, for the shifting ice that vibrates the house, slivers the moon's gold transformed to freeze silver on January nights.  In the summer heat, later hued in autumn's paints; in the cool black lake waters in spring, summer and fall - here I know my place, who I am, what I am, when I am nature.

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