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A place where the sun always shines, the birds always sing, and the breeze is always warm and gentle. Ice cold water bubbles out from virgin soil halfway down a deep spruce forested hillside to create litte silver rivulets and pools in dark green moss . Down from the top of a sandy cliff, you can see a small creek meandering its way back and forth through untouched and untamed spruce and poplar forest undergrowth, with miniature meadows of wild flowers and grasses reaching from its banks back into peaceful wooded glens. In the distance you can hear the haunting call of loons, drifting on the breeze from the nearby mountain lake. Beyond the foothills you see majestic mountains reaching their peaks into an untainted azure sky.

� 1998 SoftWind Creations

12/11/98