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They live here, it is not just their home and backyard.  It is their playpen as well as their church.  It is provider and sustainer, their Mother.  They own it and it owns them.  You and I may visit, we may stay as long as we like, partake in the beauty, become inspired by its vastness and variety, and then move on.  They live here, always.  Even when they can't be here they take the forest into their dwelling to keep the spirit alive within.  Yes they live here full time, the forests are always on their mind, always calling to them, reminding them.  You and I check in from time to time, they live here.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
forest and fey
They live here, it is not just their home and backyard.  It is their playpen as well as their church.  It is provider and sustainer, their Mother.  They own it and it owns them.  You and I may visit, we may stay as long as we like, partake in the beauty, become inspired by its vastness and variety, and then move on.  They live here, always.  Even when they can't be here they take the forest into their dwelling to keep the spirit alive within.  Yes they live here full time, the forests are always on their mind, always calling to them, reminding them.  You and I check in from time to time, they live here.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
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