Sunlight bathes the earth like no artificial light source can; mysteries of the night find no hiding place here. Shadows swallow up pending danger, but bring forth loneliness. Alone in my shrouded place can be invigorating, but also a burden. Not for me, I tell the world. Signed, The Loner.
Still waiting for my red-tailed hawk to speak out to me and guide my spirit to higher places. I keep listening, but nature doesn't draw my thoughts out like it does for some. A language barrier, perhaps. Until then I will walk quietly, absorbing every moment with a childlike tenacity, and letting my secret place close in around me until a new beginning arrives.
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