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Message: Walking with wandering eyes, I rest my gaze upon the statuesque pines before me, drawn to the long crevices in between their layered fertile skins — those scented crevices of sweet vanilla — and I feel how comfortably seated these pines are in being the forest. “So, they don’t have feelings of sadness or loneliness in them?” I ask. “Well, they might. But they don’t get attached to those feelings,” is Spirit’s reply. https://www.pathwaysoflight.org/index.php/Miracles_News/full_article/7489
