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A Walk through Wintry Woods

The dog and I headed out into the forest for a ramble today, searching for shed deer antlers.  The communal path is clearly demarcated in the snow, littered with prints new and old from the beasties that have passed the same way.  The old snow is speckled with crumbs of trees that have sifted down from thousands of breaths of wind, sighs and shrieks alike.  There are many deadfalls.  The sides of the path are littered with holes dug through the snow, acorn shells near by testifying to the burrower's reward.