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A Chance Forest Preserve Encounter

Met a spiritual flower, descendent of protectors of the lands of Tulum, in times long ago. Her eyes, so unique, captivated me, it was hard to look away. I felt gazing into their Depths,The spirits of civilizations of a different time and place. They seemed to speak to me, crying out, " why must our sacred balance with nature, be violated by men from another world, with eyes blinded by greed, incapable of feeling or hearing The voice of the spirits within every living thing? This spiritual flower, it is a woman now dedicated to make a difference, in the lands preserved from the ignorance and folly of men. Is she a modern day vessel, for the ancient ones I felt within?

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