"There was no road, there were no marks on the snow but the feather-stitching tracks of birds and the blurry spots where rabbits had hopped. Deep in the still woods axes were chopping with a ringing sound."
Farmer Boy, Laura Ingalls Wilder, 1933
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January 10, 2010
Thoughtful Sunday
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