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His Mysteries

I’ve been to where clouds are born
Where the clouds meet the skies
And seen the giant trees, which line the coastal shores.
I’ve travelled on rivers of glass
Surrounded by mountainous fir tree lands
Walked across empty deserts
To reach the crowded seas
In search of sacred, hidden rocks.


Carol was discovered by another writer, who is honored to share her works with you. In the fullness of time, Carol's musings, some of them written nearly twenty years ago, have emerged. She allows them to be shared with a still seeking and grateful heart.

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