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  • Bruce Siebold


The lone fox walked across Eighty Acres and left his footprints in the snow. I don't know from where he came or where he went, but he left his mark upon the land. Likewise my own steps speak to my journey across Eighty Acres. At times I ran. At times I danced. At times I fell. Soon the snow will melt, new grass will grow and my footprints and paths will slowly disappear. There will be no remorse or sadness as my footprints fade away. In the days ahead others will walk the land and create their own new trails and paths. But maybe. Just maybe. Someday when the sun and breeze are just right; the Earth Mother will speak to them and they will feel my spirit and know that someone who loved the land lived here.

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