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Awareness

There is a place,
visited by some, but experienced by few.
It takes a little work to find, a rough path,
I have stumbled many times to get there.

Soft, cool feather touches,
a beckoning,
the breeze of ethers dancing off water.

Closely following; a sound, rapids,
heart beat of Earth Mother.

Tendrils, spider webs of electrical current,
the dancing of sprites on stones, ancient, cracked,
laughter; echoing a time before
I found myself.

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