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| The Great Ridge, the oldest and highest forested dune, is a place to see all waters and the trails into other worlds, to view all of the way ahead and turn the light of the Path into the a whirling flight of ibises and white herons. |
| In the ancient hollow oak that anchors the heart of the island, a slit at the base of the trunk is a gate of dreams and a door into the light. |
| In the maze of creeks and marsh grasses, the traveller pauses, evaluating distance, preparing for movement, sensing the branching of the paths, suddenly sure of the way. |
| Water flows strong and deep underground as it slips below the sand, becoming the lifeblood of the island. Wind tides create the only currents in the mirror of the swamp. |
All artwork, electronic images, and text are copyright ©2007 by Lorena Babcock Moore. Script copyright ©2007 by Daniel Moore.