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Poem: The Forest
by barranca
The Forest The loggers leave a path: mud streaks, hewn branches, stumps, scarred trees, boulders askew- marks left as if a titan has been dragged screaming through the forest. The formerly peaceful walk... published 16 months ago
Sacred Tree Ritual
by barranca
This sycamore is reputed to be the largest or second largest in America. It can be worshipped in Simsbury CT. If such pagan rituals are unfamiliar to you, children will show you how. published 14 months ago


