When the snaps, crackles and pops of my campfire fall silent, the occasional hoots of Great Horned Owls echo through forest casting a spell on my soul.
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It’s not that I don’t like people. It’s that I love solitude. Most days, as I’ve mentioned, I ride alone. That said, there’s something about sharing a special…
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