Have you ever been to a place in the woods that you know very well, yet approached it from a completely new direction? I did this last week, and for a few pleasantly confusing seconds I was somewhere new. Granted, it was a lovely summer evening, the light was magical and I was preoccupied with a noisy owl that wouldn't sit still, but the place just looked, well, different.

Odd?  Assuming that at 38 senility is not setting in, it was a stark reminder of how easy it is to

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