I've since moved, but I carry this peaceful spot with me where ever I go.
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Everyone should have a place in the world where they can experience a moment of perfect peace. My place was across the street from my house, in a patch of Northeastern Woodlands, which used to be a daycamp. It was called "Camp Mohawk", after a Native American tribe that used to live here.
I've since moved, but I carry this peaceful spot with me where ever I go.
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| This was my typical destination when I headed out into the woods. I had a small firepit in a peaceful grove of pine trees, alongside the Bozenkill stream.
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| Looking across the stream from my firepit, into the jungle of dense vegetation. Sitting quietly, I often saw animals quietly emerge to take a drink.
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| On hot summer days, I would sit on a large flat rock in the middle of the stream and let minnows swim between my fingers in the summer-shallow flow of the Bozenkill.
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| The setting sun would find me making my way back home, emerging from the experience refreshed and renewed. I carry the spirit of that place within me always. I really do wax poetic about this place.
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