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“Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone?”
Last year we went with some friends to Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia. We hiked a little trail out to a wide field where sat an old farmhouse. Near the house there stood a large tree with a wooden bench beneath, and I sat upon the bench and was still.
It was the quietest I had heard the earth be in some time.
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