This is a lonely place, far from the screaming crowd: a place where nature rules and memories have powers; a place where you can hear music and magic words and maybe learn to be a wiser one
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Mother Earth is weeping:her refreshing waters are shrinking and temperature is rising...Here in Avalon I can still enjoy the gentle touch of my hands over silver running streams in a place where foliage announces the season's change. Here, near the spring, dried leaves are lingering on the water surface offering the little harmless creatures of the woods a simple cup where to drink from.Don't be taught by thirst. Learn before it is too late
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