When I was a child living in the mountains with my mother, the medicine woman of our village, I was able to learn many things and one of those many lessons taught to me by her and the wild animals was that of love.
When I was a child living in the mountains with my mother, the medicine woman of our village, I was able to learn many things and one of those many lessons taught to me by her and the wild animals was that of love.
One lesson of love has stayed with me well into the wintertime of my life. I call it, “The Love remembered,” because at one time it moved me to tears. I remember well that day in the forest as I would not be here today if not for the unselfish act of another. So I decided that I would share this tale with you the reader and you can be the judge of it.
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Hello.
I envy your upbringing. To be raised in the mountains and to really understand the meaning of life outside of the world of material so-called-needs would be divine.
Those falls are definitely somewhere that I could live out my life.
Thank you so much for sharing a bit about your life!
Have a very pleasant day!
Such a beautiful real life story, with I might add a happy ending, and beautiful images as well.
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