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  • Throughout the stories of my walks, I've given a sense of this urban forest that I so love! It is on the east side of Cedar Lake about a five minute drive from downtown. was not always a forest. Now and then that's easy to see. By a sewer cover here, a random cement block there, a concrete step, a no longer used telephone pole still standing tall though riddled with woodpecker anticipation.

    For me, these artifacts make this forest all the more sweet. They remind me of what happens once Life is allowed to return to its natural state.

    I see that as hopeful for each of us individually. And, even more, as hopeful for Gaia....

    I bow to the Natural Order with love, hope, gratitude, and deep appreciation.
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