Owls among us in the dark of night
I remember on a moonlit December night many years ago, while snowshoeing in the powder snow through a favorite woodland of mine, frequently stopping to rest and listen, the sensation of frigid air stinging my nose and filling my lungs with its invigorating coolness.
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