You are here.
I can hear you in the birds and rain and thunder.
You are here.
I can smell you in the wet grass and the time-weathered wood.
You are here.
I can feel you in the breeze.
You are here.
I can see you in the misty mountaintop and smiles of people.
You are here.
I can taste you in the nourishment created by your loving servants.
You are here.
and for a brief piece of time,
I have peace.
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