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Returning To My Sacred Mountain

Undergrowth - Photo de Luis del Río: https://www.pexels.com/fr-fr/photo/personne-qui-marche-entre-les-arbres-de-la-foret-verte-15286/

Returning to my sacred mountain, I find myself in its oceans of undergrowth, losing my superego forever—like an ancient Native American, a shepherd cherished and celebrated by subtle, living beings whose sole purpose is to embrace the eternity of love and beauty nestled in every fleeting moment of life.

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