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The forest is waking. Pines and cedars are greener than ever while the oaks blossom. Robins and blackbirds chirp in earnest scouring the leaf litter for hiding invertebrates. The air’s stillness is swept away by a gentle breeze, cooling my skin heated by the sun. Other than that, there is only silence, a good silence, a slowly-rousing-from-winter silence. It’s beautiful.
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
Spring
The forest is waking. Pines and cedars are greener than ever while the oaks blossom. Robins and blackbirds chirp in earnest scouring the leaf litter for hiding invertebrates. The air’s stillness is swept away by a gentle breeze, cooling my skin heated by the sun. Other than that, there is only silence, a good silence, a slowly-rousing-from-winter silence. It’s beautiful.
4/9/12 (c) MDC
matty-d
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
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