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COUNTRY PEACE
I needed a drive in the country. I needed to see bare tree outlines, their laced- shaped branches reaching upward to the sky; needed to see stagnant water standing-- its space of liquid gleaming more darkly than ever-- in its field of brown stubble. I needed to see the earth, not dying but clever as its frozen winter self. I heeded my yearning for this sight of winter life and went for a drive in the country, bare, and was rewarded with its beauty, rife with simplicity and its peace, so rare.
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