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>the first breath of fresh air stepping out of a cabin
>the cold of first light
>the crunch of frost understep
>the pulsating tug of a brookie on the end of your line
>the gentle always present breeze at the edge of the big lake
>call of a loon at sunset
>pulling up fur from a good set
>the crackle of twigs as your fire starts
>the crack of the rifle and the thud of the heart at the end of the stalk/bump
>seeing your plants progress
>the deep deep dark of night lit bright by a billion stars
>hating your life because you live in the city to earn a "secure" future
At least there is pussy in the city that takes off the edge.
