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Last January I walked alone in a preserve, enjoying the brittle cold, the silence of fresh snow. Cedar Creek flowed beside me, black, swift and clear beneath a fragile film of ice shelves. And then—fur and bright eyes. Two river otters poked their heads over ice on the creek’s far bank. We three held still, …

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By Kim Bowers In “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening,” Robert Frost stops to watch someone’s “woods fill up with snow.” He stands there for a long time but must leave because his obligations to society pull him back and because the woods do not really belong to him. With a shake of …

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By Kim Bowers I’m often reminded of poetry when I’m in the preserves. I’ll just be walking along, and a line of poetry will come to mind. Sometimes from a poem, sometimes from a piece of prose. Whatever the source, the words enhance my experience. They inspire me and help me enjoy the preserves even more. To my delight, ACRES …

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By the Numbers

1,500
acres of Cedar Creek corridor preserved with partners