When my heart is heavy I go to the pines. I lay my weary self down and let my longing seep into the earth. The roots of the pines gently soak them up and carry them through the trunks, the branches, to the tips of the pine needles. Then my prayers are carried on the winds of wings of birds into the Great Wholiness.
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