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The call was given
To the pack
To all brethren
Of the forest, the hills, the trails
Songs, such sweet songs
The hymns of obliv..
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The earth is our temple. Every act a prayer. The seasons are the apostles, the mountains
and oceans the disciples of the great spirit, the great myst..
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With the gift of birth
Comes duty and purpose
Remember you are unique
There is nothing quite like you
In this entire universe
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A mask
To disguise
The feelings inside
My mask is alive
From the bark
Of a restless tree
Its surface Rigid
and Rough
It ..
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Upon
a lonely shoreline appeared the rivulet of a shadow emerging from beyond the
reeds. A wraith-like silhouette. Viracocha emerged from whirli..
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Metamorphosis of emerald summer
Into the cadmium arms of autumn
The eternal procession of seasons
Quietly unfolds in an unending circ..
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It was the tenth moon. The Moon of Falling Leaves. Scarlet red leaves bled into beautiful bursts
of radiant auburn. Far off, lingered the
fragra..
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The scent of Incense and Eucalyptus. Children sleep quietly, silence reverberates,
the ghost of laughter echoing hollowly.
Lingering coal black ..
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I felt the divine wind like the breath of the great spirit,
tasted the dusty indanthrene pollen of summer, smelled the fresh fragrance of
spruce..
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