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and in the winter when Jack Frost had sealed 

 up all the pools for their winter sleep. 



I had followed this trail to the waters often, 

 down to the broad deep mill pond, where once 

 I thought it ended. 



The mill pond was, to this trail to the 

 waters, what the forest was to the trail to the 

 woods its consummation, and end. The 

 point at which it ceased to be, and became 

 something larger and better. 



