out here in the wilderness, where nature tells its own stories, many an article has been written about the veiled beauty of our hidden landscapes. it's like those paper boys of old towns, eager to announce the morning news, we too, in our own way, renounce the hustle and bustle of city life for the serenity found only in these woods. we refurbish our spirits in the solitude, much like those paper boys would prepare their bags preexportation of their daily routes, delivering stories veiled in the early morning mist.