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following true north
ponderings along the path
Watchers of the earth.
They guard the history of this place.
They have weathered hundreds of seasons.
The depth of their roots is beyond measure.
Their branches reach broad and low, to shelter and protect.
The record of every flower in the field and
each footstep on the path will live in their memory forever.
If there is magic, it is here.