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My daughter and I walked hand-in-hand, looking for animal footprints in the snow. "What's that one, Mommy?" Emma asked. "Hmm, do you think it's a bear?" I teased. "No, Mommy! We don't have bears around here." "Probably a dog then. And what about that one?" I pointed to some tiny, pointed prints. "A squirrel?" Emma guessed.

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Sitting at the computer in my office, the problem wasn't solving itself. I needed a break. I ran my fingers through my hair, leaned back, stretched my arms, moaned audibly and then decided to take a walk. I pushed my chair back from my desk, stood up and headed for the door.

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