A Trail No One Travels

Aspen shadows on snow, sitting on a fallen aspen log, hearing the wind blow, by a wilderness, not feeling the chilliness, tall firs spike into a mountain blue sky, the beauty brings a needed inner sigh, the joy of stopping, being still in a wild wood, it’s a deep good, just off a trail no one travels

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