Depending on the season, I hike through the pine woods in my backyard, listening to the soft murmuring of the gently swaying boughs or run barefoot across the sandy shores of Lake Michigan before plunging into the turquoise waves.
My Rest, My Way Anonymous Vibrant Life; Nov/Dec 2008; 24, 6; Docstoc pg. 12 Reproduced with permission of the copy
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