A Sacred Space
Aspens in the fall. Fields of grain. Wind rippling leaves and the scent of earth in the air. I hunt for secret hideaways, imagining nymphs and dryads. Crisp leaves crunching underfoot, sunlight reflecting…
A Sacred Space
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