Early morning in the woods, first light, chilly fall air, deer working the floor of the woods and exhaling warm, wet breath. Warm steam into the cold receiving air. So quiet that every acorn that falls from the branches above are sharp interruptions to the otherwise tranquil setting. Just the deer and me. Can you feel it?
Patience
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