A place where the light on earth can be seen and the freedom we share can be shown.
Oct 4, 2006
Drenched to the bone and yet not cold I climbed through the woods, only the deer and the birds in the undergrowth saw me passing and I felt good; at peace with myself and the world.
I am the garden in which you wander; I am the pool that reflects the moonlight and the nightingale that sings as you walk beneath the trees. I am the breeze that rustles your wings, reflecting distant moonbeams.
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