the peninsula that marks the destination for the path to the mica mine..
once the trail is found, traces of mica lead you through the birch woods..
the sun glimmers through the leaves that glisten in the breeze from the lake..
the forest floor grows a shelter of ferns that protect the world below..
a mouse sat still as miriam passed by..
the hike through the woods seems like it is never ending.. until the light at the edge of the trees grows..
- the miriam cecilia crew
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