The Season Of Sleep

And as the Season of Sleep draws closer, we give thanks for all that our Garden has provided. We remember the nourishing waters of the springtime melts. We remember the buoyant storms of summer thunderclouds…the dancing of butterflies against the branches of the trees, and the languid swaying of the oaks sighing in the breeze. Our harvest has been plentiful, and now comes the time to rest. We slumber…secure in our Knowledge that though we may Sleep but for a time, bright promises of Tomorrow’s sunshine spread deep beneath our fertile soil; joining hands like so many intertwined roots to sprout and grow.

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