Tag: magic of intention
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The Magic of the Grove

Sometimes I sit in my Groveand wonder how the years grow old. Another year.Another seed.A planting nowfor the coming deeds. In my Grove I sit and wonderhow it is the village sunders. Another letter.Another storm.Ashes in the cauldron warm.Old words still softly churn. Yet I am thankful we are moving,watching small seeds slowly blooming. The…
