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Shock of the stepping stones, no solid path to follow. Stumble in the water to reach your goal or give up and only view from a distance, to forever wonder what it is others saw.

Tie a ribbon of memory in a glen hidden, it will preserve all I have of you. It will make you live again.

I am the guardian of the Glen (of five minutes) all who wish to pass must pay with strokes and head rubs. Yes, yes like that (pant, pant). Okay, next.

Hidden Glen nestled in the forest embraced in protection so nature can reign, but humans can visit and respect the peace and complete state of being finding this land brings.

A tree trunk seat pierced with pennies, so old they’ve begun to meld into the wood. Because no one carries cash anymore and so the throne will remain incomplete.

Leaf corpse already gone enters the current of a life-giving stream, its body pulled on a journey from the waterfall to the sea. It follows the force and by-passes rocks, floating along to a new resting place it could never imagine in life.

The shock of icy cold water touching your fragile everything reminds you nature is not your friend, it does not know you, accommodate you, it just is, and you need to adjust or get out of the way.

Bottle up this feeling of serenity and let your soul be revived to unearth your stories, your truths your everything that needs to be remembered, that others need to know.

A wider, more elaborate path allowing to view more, feel more experience the peace of your favourite place even though you’ve both changed, grown, let others in that altered you. Nostalgia drifts in the air, sprays your skin with water’s backlash but revives you in your future. You are different this place is not yourContinue reading “23:229”