The Lost Scout



The community of folks on the plains and in the forest settled down for what looked like a long winter, the signs were all there. A deep, profound silence stilled the very air itself. They were prepared, however, with plenty of firewood, food, and water. All living things turned inward and the earth was buried in hard, crusty snow and icicles hung from the branches. Life among the broad community took on a special meaning. Camaraderie, shared interests, personal projects and pursuits, contemplation and reflection became the foci of everyday life. It took determined effort to maintain, but none were short on that.



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