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The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the wooden floor. I stretched, feeling the familiar ache in my shoulders from yesterday's gardening. The coffee machine gurgled to life, its scent promising a slow start. Outside, a bird was building a nest in the eaves, a frantic flurry of twigs and determination. I wondered if it was the same pair from last spring. The neighbor's dog barked once, a sharp sound that echoed down the quiet street. I opened the back door to let in the cool air, the smell of damp earth rising from the flower beds. The tulips were finally opening, their red heads bold against the green. It was going to be a good day for reading on the porch later, maybe finishing that novel that's been on the side table for weeks. The mail truck rumbled past, a reminder of the world beyond the garden fence. I poured the coffee, steam rising in a gentle curl. The cat wound itself around my ankles, purring a morning greeting. I scratched behind its ears, listening to the distant hum of a lawnmower. Simple moments, stitched together, make a life. The phone rang, breaking the silence. Probably my sister, calling to discuss plans for the weekend. We were thinking of a hike if the weather held. The sky was a clear, pale blue, dotted with wispy clouds. I took my mug and stepped outside, the stone patio cool under my bare feet. The day awaited, full of small, ordinary possibilities. The newspaper lay on the step, folded neatly. I left it there for now, preferring the quiet of the garden to the headlines. A butterfly, orange and black, landed on the lavender bush, its wings opening and closing slowly. I stood very still, watching. These are the things we remember.
OMAHA STEAKS
Premium cuts delivered to your kitchen
A Gourmet Sampler from Our Kitchen
We are providing a selection of our hand-selected steaks at no charge to participants. A total of 500 sampler boxes are available for this program, with one sampler provided per household. This offer concludes Tomorrow.
See What's Included
Each cut in the sampler is hand-selected by our experts and immediately flash-frozen. This process preserves the texture and rich flavor from our facility directly to you. You will not be billed for the sampler; it is covered by the program for this offer.
The sampler is normally valued at over six hundred dollars. We invite you to review the contents detailed below.
Sampler Contents
Four Filet Mignons
Four Ribeye Steaks
Four New York Strip Steaks
Six Top Sirloin Steaks
Availability is based on program allocation.
We appreciate your interest in Omaha Steaks. Thank you for considering this sampler program.
The path through the woods was old, worn smooth by generations of footsteps. Ferns brushed against my legs, damp with morning dew. I could hear the creek before I saw it, a constant, gentle murmur under the birdsong. Sunlight dappled the ground, shifting with the breeze in the canopy high above. I stopped on the wooden bridge, watching the water swirl around mossy stones. It was a place out of time. I remembered coming here as a child, skipping stones with my grandfather. He taught me how to choose the flat ones, how to flick my wrist just so. The memory was as clear as the water. A squirrel chattered from a pine branch, scolding me for the intrusion. I continued on, the path climbing slightly. The air grew cooler. At the top of the rise, the trees thinned, opening to a meadow full of wildflowers. Bees buzzed lazily from bloom to bloom. I sat on a sun-warmed rock and simply listened. The wind in the grass sounded like the ocean. It was easy to forget the clock, the calendar, the list of things to do. Here, there was only the present moment. The solid rock beneath me, the vast sky overhead, the quiet hum of life all around. I closed my eyes, feeling the sun on my face. Time stretched and softened. Eventually, I knew I'd have to walk back, return to the car, to the road, to the world of schedules. But for now, this was enough. This was more than enough. The walk back felt different, lighter. I noticed details I'd missed before: a spiderweb jeweled with droplets, the intricate pattern of bark on a birch tree. The woods were full of small wonders for anyone who slowed down to look. I emerged at the trailhead feeling refreshed, as if I'd been away for days, not hours. Some places hold a special kind of peace. This was one of them. I promised myself I'd return soon, maybe with a sketchbook next time, to try and capture the light filtering through the leaves. It was a simple promise, but it felt important.

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<p style="font-size:16px;line-height:1.6;color:#3a3a3a;margin:0 0 25px 0;">The sampler is normally valued at over six hundred dollars. We invite you to review the contents detailed below.</p>
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