I went for a walk this morning. Along my route I passed a shaded glade. The scent carried me away to a time when I was young. When there was nothing but play:
To the glory of this moment I am in memory found. Becoming light and shade and the air of dew and leaves, the damp deep Earth. Time travels, the wispy mist of youth, of flying against the wind. Becoming those moments of never ending joy. The perfumed love of God.
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