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Light played games with shadows in the woods. Golden streaks shot through
branches. Pools of light like islands in a lake, invited adventure. How often Stephen had
explored these acres of woods near the farm and let his imagination run free. He tracked
the invisible angels in a mystery game of hide and seek where the only clues were the
slight movements of shadows and the pointings of shafts of light. Giant fingers often
gave hints. He moved as a prince seeking and finding, all in a masterful search. He
practiced a keenness and alertness that depended on an inner knowing for guidance.
There were gentle tugs and prodding that only the "real you" can sense, that only you can
feel with something deeper than feelings.

His grandfather had shown him wonderful and exciting times here. Mushroom
hunting was a major thrill. They found special areas near the oaks and other leafy trees,
also the firs and pines, with colorful and sometimes edible ones that even surprised his
grandfather. There were all shapes and sized in a variety that was amazing- horn-shaped
orange and reds, pale greens, blacks, poisonous, and a few that could be pan fried with
butter. Then there were wild berries. The blackberries would always be his favorite. But
the thimble berries, strawberries and others weren't far behind. Ever since that wonderful
discovery as a small boy that such good things grew on plants and you could eat all you
wanted as long as you beat the birds, whole afternoons would melt away as he made his
"berry rounds" through the woods. The stains and rips on his clothes would always give
him away to his mother.

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