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Only give me some space—be it ever so small—to lay my head and ponder.Only give me some space—be it ever so tiny—to sit myself and stare.The place where one piece of land meets another—ALMOST.The space where one mountain reaches itself down and out toward the upward slope of another—ALMOST.There is a river there that runs between the betweens of that place.There is an echo there that bounces off the mountain walls.It is in that great space of the between you tilled the earthy loam of compassion.It is in that expansive place of the echo you planted tender seedlings of giving.The purpling shadows of the dawn-rise mist drape the moistening soil and feed the youngling trees.The days will wear on and it will not be long before the trees you have nursed offer sheltering shade and generative seed.Ponder and stare - with me—upon the grove you have planted;blossom and leaf are soon to bud.Come into this valley of tenderness and gentle giving;find repose among the spreading limbs and cold running water.This place is of your own creating.This space is of your own design.

This is where you

shall find your “you.”

Only give me some space—be it ever so small—to lay my head and ponder.Only give me some space—be it ever so tiny—to sit myself and stare.The place where one piece of land meets another—ALMOST.The space where one mountain reaches itself down and out toward the upward slope of another—ALMOST.There is a river there that runs between the betweens of that place.There is an echo there that bounces off the mountain walls.This beauty is yours;this beauty is you.