I'm listening to Richie Havens.
"Let the river rock you like a cradle.
Climb to the treetops, child, if you are able.
Let your hands tie a knot across the table.
Come and touch the things you cannot feel"
When I first moved to Elora, I knew I had found home. My daily walk through the cedars is the thing I'll miss most. Those incredible trees cling to the uneven ground, their roots snake around the boulders, and create steps to make my climbing easier. Their tenacity is inspirational. They are holding on, where I am letting go.
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