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I've always looked at nature as my stabilizing agent. When the world has gone insane I look to nature to rebalance me. It's never out of wack, the birds still sing, the brook still bubbles and the breeze still caresses.
Winter is a time for introspection. A grace of a different kind. The cold is as sharp as a tack, the clothes I wear protect and comfort, the snow cleanses and the trees sleep.
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