If I suffer amnesia and don’t know who I am, bring me to the woods.
Lead me to the place where rustling aspens whisper to soft footed animals
and twisted roots hold tight.
In this place where cool water flows and flowers just keep blooming
the smell of pine sap will make me, me again.
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I really love this post.
Thanks Amber, we are so lucky to have this place in our back yard!