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I stand alone and inhale deeply freeing myself from stress and worry in this conservative, reverent place. the cool morning air brings a moist, earth-rich dark soil smell to fill my lungs. a gentle breeze shakes dew drop sprinkles onto my shaved head. I am at peace with the Mother. a shallow trench worn through the center of a large stone by a thousand years of foot traffic along this stroll-gar…