Creative Writing: Stiehl's Woods

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Stiehl’s Woods Walking along peacefully, through the woods at Stiehl’s hilltop house. It never gets old. I head down the path, surrounded by tall grass. I come to the little creek at the edge of the woods. I plop down on the edge the water and take a seat on the rocks, listening to the trickle of water, that comes from a spring just a few miles away. Looking for a cool rock to bring back, a sound prickles my ears. The distant howl of coyotes. A little disturbing but impressive all at once. Standing up I hear a squish. Down I look and I realize that it is my feet in the mud that made the noise. Like a little kid again, I start hopping around playfully in the mud making it squish. Along I go, through the peacefulness of the woods once more.

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