Gaias_child
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The gurgling of the bright stream,fish jumping in its depths. A deer stops to drink from the refreshing waters,its ears trained for sounds. The sun spills between the opening in the trees casting its radiant shine upon the ground. A waterfall flows into the stream settled next to a cabin,large enough to hold many visitors.
This is Gaias Glen,her sanctuary and solitude from the real world. Feel free to lie next to the waters and trail your fingers through the silkiness. Sit in front of the hearth inside the cabin before the raging fire. Maybe you prefer the moonlight and stars as they shine from in between the trees. You can be yourself here,forget about the real world. Settle back let mother earth and her minions care for you.
Let the solitude of nature wash over you,the wildness of freedom. Stroke the head of a lone deer that approaches you in peace. Welcome to Gaias Glen. I am Gaia,caretaker here. The true founder is the earth itself. I just help her along. Mingle, converse,sit aloe by the stream if you choose. You are wlecome here even if you are not in the mood to speak. Allow me to wisk you away into another realm of time when material things did not matter,where people were allowed to be themselves or whatever they chose to be.
So please enter the Glen,sit,eat,do whatever it is you feel like doing.
This is Gaias Glen,her sanctuary and solitude from the real world. Feel free to lie next to the waters and trail your fingers through the silkiness. Sit in front of the hearth inside the cabin before the raging fire. Maybe you prefer the moonlight and stars as they shine from in between the trees. You can be yourself here,forget about the real world. Settle back let mother earth and her minions care for you.
Let the solitude of nature wash over you,the wildness of freedom. Stroke the head of a lone deer that approaches you in peace. Welcome to Gaias Glen. I am Gaia,caretaker here. The true founder is the earth itself. I just help her along. Mingle, converse,sit aloe by the stream if you choose. You are wlecome here even if you are not in the mood to speak. Allow me to wisk you away into another realm of time when material things did not matter,where people were allowed to be themselves or whatever they chose to be.
So please enter the Glen,sit,eat,do whatever it is you feel like doing.
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