What is the beginning? In the beginning there was an ocean.
The sand of the shore became a desert. The desert found a mountain. The mountain sheltered a forest. The forest sent itself to me as a garden. Like an archangel subduing itself in human form.
The ocean flows through to the forest by the rivers, also subduing itself to be less overwhelming, less stinging. But it waits for when it can be what it is and still be loved. We both wait.
STORIES are what happen in the Impossible Garden & the Wildforest. They are the overheard conversations, the gossip of the flowers and the trees, the fragments written on bones and stones. They are the secrets whispered by the wind, the tales of the stars, the knowledge earned or traded with the forest dwellers. They are the fairy tales that had been forgotten or never told. They are the rules and the history and how they are repeatedly broken and rewritten. They are the murmurings of magic, the language of hidden love, the wildness beneath every order and the pattern beneath every chaos. They are truths and they are lies and in the end they are real to those who have the heart to see.
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