Golden Bells

Golden Bells

She is earth and air and walks between the trees to ground herself and to climb up to the clouds. She is ancient and brand new, here and there and carries a chalice of knowledge between the past and future, dipping into each and back again. She traces a path, pausing to examine something new no matter how many times she passes that way. There is always something to collect there.

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