wild river afternoon

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1. Alison,this is gorgeous. I was transported by the sound of the wind in the trees, the rattley oak leaves. And the setting sun on your/my face. I felt I was there.

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   1. That means a lot to me, Joan, coming from a writer with your gifts. Thank you. Glad to share the moments with you.

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2. Alison, this is really enjoyable to share. I am with you there in the woods, cold and bright with long shadows. You make me long for those days when I walked alone in the winter to the shore from our Wisconsin home. I am not sad – the longing is comfortable and warming to my soul. Thank you for taking me there.

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3. Isn’t it amazing how the woods are in winter!? I got real lost in that park once on cross country skis. When I finally found my car someone was there and asked me “are you OK”?
   I was wasted but said YES!!
   No bugs, shadows, trees & shades of white…and one of the words you taught me, Bliss!
   Offen

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   1. Oh my goodness! We have to learn to balance on that tightrope between totally immersed in the blissful present but aware of our surroundings, strength and the waning light. Love the challenge.

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