Tall silent shadows throw themselves across the Eighty Acres snowshoe trail. In and attempt to leave my shadow behind I quicken my pace. My steps send snow flying across the trail, my heart races, muscles burn in my legs. I stop, gasping for air and there beside me I find my shadow. Like a taunting mimic it follows me, my companion for life, always remembering my every move. As the sun sets, my shadow slowly slips away and hides amongst the Eighty Acres trees. Tomorrow I will return to the trail, but will welcome my shadow to be at my side. I will never run away from my shadow and today I am at peace with my past and present. It is all I am and all I have to give back to the land.
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