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another day draws to a close on a cool fall night...i hear the frost forming in the fields of muskeg...the call of a male moose can be heard across the large marsh...hoping for his female's reply...i hear the leaves on the hardwoods changing into their bright coats of fire reds ..golden yellows..rustic browns...and flaming oranges...i hear the trees sap draining from the limbs to the base of the trunks..i hear the lonely bay of the alpha male wolf off in the distance...the smell of smoke as the logs burn to warm the cabin...dear mice are out scavaging what they may...to me this is God's orchestra playing an ancient song of old...if i listen carefully i can hear the chants of the Grandfathers...my eyes stay open no longer and i drift off to a time before the factories and pavement...my mind rests at least for the moment
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