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   A torn page falls out of my notebook, this is what is says...

March 16, 2013


   It's been my third day here at the south end of Arrowstone Protected Area. The weather has changed from warm to cold so I lay in my tent wishing for the sun to awake my limbs. It is to bad I must wait a couple days for that to happen.
   It is a pleasant feeling to be not on the move for a bit. I can just wake up and greet the day for what it really is. Good morning cold, nice to see you this afternoon sun, good night world! The birds sing to me when I wake and they sing me an evening tune while I drink my tea. The wind blows in the afternoon to clean the valley bottoms from the days heating. The mountains look over me, and call out to me in dreams. They know me and show me the way. Their paths are narrow and steep but they allow the well trained eye to follow.


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