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Apr 16
The swamp, pre-dawn, has come alive! An owl lands fifty feet away. I swooped down to catch a better glimpse. —In that moment, I noticed movement. A distinguished couple, out enjoying the swamp as I was. —I noticed them earlier, gathering gear in the darkness, preparing for their trek. They approached with much respect, and I motioned them onward. Oh, the stories they shared with me, from this very swamp. In that moment, societal chains were broken. You see, they live nearby and frequently visit…Nature bringing us closer. I sat listening,  encouraged by the kindness of them. As I walked away, well wishes flowed freely. They had shared much with me about the swamp, things few others know.
Written by
William Woods  45/M/Blue Ridge Mountains
(45/M/Blue Ridge Mountains)   
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