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My quiet wilds are:

- Hikes with my dogs off leash staying in tune with all the noises of the woods and the sound of the ground under my feet.

- When I sit and write and words start overlapping and ideas are cracked open and exposed to words.

- When I am inspired to make new ceramic forms and I take my first ball of clay and try to bring my idea/drawing to life. It feels wild and risky and on the edge of something possibly great.

- When I reach that point in meditation where I am not sleeping nor fully awake, but perfectly in between as if I am floating.

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