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Written by David Masters
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Wednesday, 03 March 2010 09:55 |
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Through life, we acquire memories and pictures taken by our minds eye that get filed deep inside, with hopes of wrapping ourselves in the warm embrace of these memories in times of need. Tonight, I've tucked a very special picture away.
As I returned home from packing for another winter camping trip, I walked away from the truck watching my shadow walk slowly through the evening snow. The moon is bright and the snow is deep. Every tree branch hangs tight to this white gift from above. As I stood at the top of the hill, I looked down with anticipation of the warmth inside the yurt. A beam of light illuminating high from the dome and splashing from the kitchen window onto the trees and fresh fallen snow. A single column of smoke puffs gracefully from the chimney and the flickering glow of the woodstove warms the heart and mind of this yurt dweller and places a new patch in my ever grown quilt of memories.
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