snowshoe'ing with my posse.

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all in all, it was a silent trip,

a slow and steady walk on the snow labyrinth lay'd out in the hinterlands. 

out on the border of our alpine acreage, out in the deep fresh snow, 

a mother moose and her babe kept a watchful eye on us, and we kept a silent watch 

on them.  

listening to snowcrunch and birdsong and sprucewind,

giving thought to friends and praying silently in gratitude and supplication:

these are the days i carry in my heartpocket. 

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life is so very very good. 

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