-Joan Anderson, in A Year By The Sea, p.97
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17 October 2021
Harvest Path - Near Park City, Montana
“A quiet presence over takes me, and my pulse slows. My hands relax, and my palms open spontaneously as I am reduced to blessed clarity. I feel subtle yearning for adventure, similar to the way I felt last fall. Haven't I been counting on seeing new paths? Don't they abound everywhere, out here?”
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