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Cathedral of Pines

"Beneath the cathedral of the pines,Where silence speaks in shifting lines.We trade the noise for older truths,And find the answers in our roots." What will you hear when you stop listening?

The Inner Compass

"The map ends here, the tale's yours to write,Beyond the path, in fading light.With dust on your boots and sky in your eyes,A new kind of compass internally lies." Where does your map end?

Leave no trace

"Leave no trace, 'tis often said,But one bold track where others dread.A solitary, burning creed,To find the voice that you most need." What is the most important conversation you've ever had with ...