I am sitting in the forest hidden from me by the trees. I know the mountains march away from me like
waves because I am on the side of one.
But really I am in a small cluster of trees, maybe two hundred, that are
like blinders to me. They hold all the
sounds and smells of great mountains but by faith does the wilderness
exist. To know it’s there I must participate;
I have to get up and walk into it.
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| Our alive son-in-law Bosephus. |
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