I have found a sanctuary in my new homeland. It is a place of magnificent old growth trees, which talk softly to me as the angels and sprites float under the canopy. At a time when I am struggling to find roots, nature has once again done it magnificently for me.

Even should my irrational fears of losing my voice come true, nature will speak for me.

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