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"I was walking through my mother's woods a few years ago. I was alone and it was quiet. The world was starting to hint at life after the cold slumber. I gazed up at the trees and breathed in the last breaths of cool Winter air. The leaves were not yet budding, the birds were not yet singing, but I could feel the life of the forest ready to explode into the green glory of Springtime." -- Bronwen Valentine
