Whispers Of The Shenandoah

The day-to-day grind and the fact that I lived in a big city at times almost felt claustrophobic. Coming home, although only a few hours southwest, was always a welcome relief. I grew up in horse country. We always had horses, and the feeling of being able to get out on a trail and feel the wind on my face was the perfect way to decompress.

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The Old Ones Of The Forest

The thunderstorm rolled in faster than I had expected. One moment, I the trail was silent except for the rhythmic sound of my boots hitting the damp ground. Next, a wall of rain swept through thetrees with a roar, and the sky cracked open with lightning. 

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