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Sacred Place.Each step we take, Draws us nearer To our destination. A peaceful place With wild daffodils, Snowdrops and crocuses, Growing amongst the trees. In between crevasses, Where hands of rock part. A seat is waiting. Lovingly grown for you, From round tree roots. Sit and feel All the trees memories Spanning a 100 years. Nature’s life force, Flowing almost freely, Sap seeping every pore. A few steps over Clear mountain stream, Every drop glistening. Stones sparkling below Worn over centuries, Gripped in the icy cold. Smelling sweet spring, Trapped for a moment. Remembered in Emotion.
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