There is an energy in our valley. It feels pure and cleansing. The summer grasses have turned golden and a breeze washes through the long wispy grass, you can almost hear it. The old stone ruins, are reminders of when the river had a soul and purpose to the livelihood of all who lived nearby. When the river flows we are reminded of life and balance. The mountains watch over us and soon will be sending us life as they have always done.
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