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It was a bonny path that chattered day and night, the free leaves upon it and their twig-attached brethren in seasonal conversation.

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The path had a way of greeting the soles, solid and warm.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 19, 2021.
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The path was both light and deep, the spring sun interwoven with the shelter of the trees.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 19, 2021.
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The path had a way of exciting the emotions, as if it realised an adventure was afoot.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 19, 2021.
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The path before our feet felt as an invitation to our soles, that it wanted us to travel it and find out what lay upon it.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 19, 2021.
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The path is a silk scarf over green hills; it undulates with the earth, leading into the horizon of land meeting sky. It could have been woven for thousands of years, perhaps in a place where time is truly forever, a place of eternal serenity. Each footfall is cushioned from below and the next encouraged, for this is a path given to the walker, to the one who loves adventure and a chance to follow the rising sun.

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Upon the path, the dappled light made a merry morphing mosaic of nature's gifts.