This is the Way, Walk in it?

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I was walking a river path in the northern third of Michigan’s Lower Peninsula. My rubber half-boots made sucking sounds when, avoiding puddles, I walked on the soggy chartreuse grass. The thaw had left the ground and spring rains melted the earth. It was mud season.
Near the end of my trek, on the low side of the path, was a narrowing between trees

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