Winding our way through Dale and Jonalyn’s “White Woods” A few autumns ago, the Gold Gathering group and I were hiking through the splendor of the Colorado Mountains when, on Jonalyn’s cue, we stopped walking, ceased our talking and listened. I hardly dared to breath, straining to hear what she

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