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There is something unfettered and settling about the woods that is missing in society. Leaves break apart under the weight of my red wing work boots. The suns warmth brushes against my face promising that it will be a pleasant day. The fence appears through the brush. Max and Molly appear behind it, barking at me. “Quiet down you two!” Their tails wagged playfully behind them. Beside the fence sat a bag of dog food. I lifted it and poured some over the fence and they began to eat.