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Healing through embracing a natural wonder |
| Forgiveness Leaning against the trunk of an Ancient, feeling his forgiving heart. Throwing a pebble into the nearby babbling brook, hearing her giggle with delight. Listening to a gentle breeze whispering; “How could the hearts of men reduce the value of the Ancients… thus to be printed upon the remains of their wrinkled skin?” Laying upon the ground looking up through branches… weeping. |