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September 15, 2011

Peace is….

Biking home through a long twilight.

Feeling your body move, your blood course, your lungs breathe, your muscles extend and contract. You operate functionally. You work as you ought to.

No more rain- just enough to quench the world but its gone before it gets old.

The smell of wet earth and woodsmoke.

A scarf you knit keeping your neck warm.

Fresh eggs in the fridge.

The promise of homemade chicken soup.

A three day weekend with no homework and no obligations.

Clean jeans and beloved boots.

Smelling your barn gloves and being engulfed in concentrated horse essence.

Not even having to put your headphones on.

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