The past hidden in the fleeting wind

I really like the enormous power beyond what's physical.
I've been thinking about it for a long time. I can feel it.

Maybe that's what the old stories told. 
I've seen the signs of the connection. There have been moments when I have really felt aware.

The stones, the symbols, the animals, the elements. It's the working of the world. And the ancestors knew this. In one way or another they knew about the world.

I have the feeling that it has always been there. As I walk the paths through these lands, I can feel how many moments have been etched into the ground, some forgotten or hidden by time.

It's older than you can possibly imagine. And just because you can't see it doesn't mean that it isn't there, or that it wasn't there. Some things are fragile, such as paper. But they were once there. They used to exist.
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One of the city's parks holds many secrets, but no one seems to care enough to explore them. The trees hold stories that can only be heard if you listen carefully.

Even though it's freezing and foggy, I should go there one day.

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I just wish that someone would believe me. I'll continue my research.
It will be good for my health to get some fresh air. :)