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Behind my house yesterday, there was a mallard duck taking a morning snooze on the banks of the little creek that is running quickly due to the spring melt. And the day before, a sleek brown otter ambled along it. …
As I wander through my 40s in what sometimes seems like an aimless fashion, I occasionally find myself feeling completely out of sorts. This malaise is difficult to understand, when so much is going on – and much of it …
