A quiet descends. We turn on the path that stirs gently under our feet as loose stones scatter as we walk. It a is shuffle of a sound. The only sound. The path draws us in with the promise of weird plants of blues and purples. Maples and the strangeness of that odd orange flower. These curiosities call for silence as we slow down to photograph. Minds dr…
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