Once there was magic, mist and the great mystery
The Ancestors Circle
This grove is empty right now, come back soon
Acorns resting, not quite ready
Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.
Linda Hogan
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