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Stop from your hurried day and slow down.  Stay in one place, calm your mind.  Pay attention to what is around you and in front of you:  at the end of this late autumn day the sun is slowing sliding to the horizon, having lost its earlier summer warmth.  The slough in front of me is filled with grasses and cattails, and the wind is rushing across them causing them to dance to its rhythm.  The sound of the wind is only challenged by the large flock of geese that has taken wing and is rising from the water.  The cacophony of their honking is carried across this same wind to my ears.  On this evening I am filled with joy, gratitude, and wonder for everything that has come together for this short moment in time.

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