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Yes, the land, and views, at Otter's Run are amazing, and frankly, I do not want to be anywhere, but in Vermont, anymore! I want to be sitting back, with a cup of coffee in one hand, Wendy's hand in the other, and Otter asleep on my feet, a top of my road, looking West. Waiting for the leaves to explode into shades of pumpkin and cornflower. I want to remain there until the last leaves drop, and the first white flakes descend upon the tree tops. I am willing to stay there, wrapped in a wool blankets and down, through out the drifts of white, to watch my breath curl before my eyes, until the last flakes melt and wet the road, as the trees all around, bud and spring to life again. All in anticipation, of the cycle to re-start, again, and again, and again, until there is no breath left within me. That IS what I want! (Ok occasionally I'll need to go inside for food and bathroom breaks, and Otter will want some chow too, but 'tis a small price to pay for my true happiness).
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