Under the protective arms of the old wise trees, we walk. We follow a manmade path, wide and asphalt black. You can comfortably walk in pairs either way, undisturbed. The tree branches are like arches, like buttress that shelter. It feels like a cathedral, holy and true. Walking within, it is a sacred space to be. These trees have seen more than u…
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