The morning routine, checking the roads, and making sure the bridge was still steady and safe. The ranger loved these mornings, with the impending beauty of snow. The trees had been trimmed and broken branches were piled to make homes for small critters in the coming winter. The lake was starting to freeze and the fish would be settling in under the rocky glades. Every part of his surroundings was a blessing to him. His life’s work was being the keeper of this forest.
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The Bag Lady 
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