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I rise in the woods of a September morning to the sounds of crackling fires and bluegrass banjo’s being tuned.
 
Let’s go for a hike along the Soldiers trail and look for mighty elk.
Off in the distance I hear the sounds of Bob Marley playing.
 
I tap my feet along the trail, wondering…
 
Is it love, is it love, it is love that I’m feeling?
I find no elk, only curious Kaibob squirrels and the comfort standing next to a tree that has been struck by lightning.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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