I love listening to the hills speak. The depth of their thoughts guide my steps. But it is now time to leave. My eyes are clearer, my path straighter. Thanks to the lake for slaking my soul. Thanks to the cedars for whispering what is important. Thanks to the rolling hills and occasional meadow for showing me grace, beauty and truth.
Now I have to depart for a while. But, I take with me the insight given by the rays of sunshine glancing off the white rocks of the rim of the bluff across the lake from where I have lodged. Now I know the lesson of soaking up each ray of laughter and enjoyment glancing from particular white rocks placed in the rim of my life.
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