3/15/2020

Dear Farm Journal,
This afternoon, Rufus and I took a leisurely ramble down into a wooded valley we rarely visit. I spied an inviting rock outcrop and contentedly found stillness near the forest floor. I closed my eyes and listened attentively to single out the songs of each new voice in the treetops. In the distance I hear the tame trickle of melting snow and ice which have remained frozen in the shadows. This serenity, these melodies weave harmony into my vitality.
~Joy

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