Graceful trees line the shallow riffling water of Sugar Creek — Black Walnut, Cottonwood, Mulberry. Each one speaks to me in hushed tones. Each one draws me into deep time. My heart and thoughts slow down in their presence as I traverse the well worn path, listening to the water, and watching the light mingle with leaves. Their da…
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