My sister, my cousins, and I roamed these foothills by my parent's house
every year when they visited for Thanksgiving.
Dry or muddy.
Warm or cold.
We were released into the wild to become one with the air and dirt.
I haven't been back in so long I can't remember.
It was wonderful.
Being high in the fresh air,
out in the wild,
it stirred my soul.
My chickens and my nieces and nephews happily gambled about,
and nary a cactus needle had to be removed!!
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