You know when you see your dog lying on his favorite bed or his blanky, maybe even the couch if you allow that and he's whimpering a little, nose going, legs moving? Yeah, he's dreaming about running through the woods.  And no, he's not running after a squeaky toy, or on a jog...

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It steals the warmth from your fingertips, the cold does. Slowing down ponds, streams, rivers and lakes, freezing them solid into suspended states until spring. The woods sound different too, louder but more silent. Trees rub together in the cold wind making a squeaking noise that one never hears in summer. Sometimes their...

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