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“Friends are like forests, the deeper the roots, the stronger the friendship”


At the edge of the forest I hear the whispering. Voices that I have not heard for such a long time speak to me out of the darkness, beneath the trees.

It is autumn and the leaves are falling like memories. I bend down to pick one up. In my hand it is a page from the journal I should have written, the memory fading in the dappled light I pick up another and then another, each one a memory, each one catching my heart as it goes.

As I venture deeper into the forest I find myself along a path of blue forget-me-nots. The voices come back to me, floating and dancing, whispering of love, of remembering and of keeping the faith.