Me blind, guide mute, we explore La Verendrye seeking the natural and manmade treasures contained there. Gravel pathways, sounds of children, squeaky swings, gleeful slides, pea gravel, fresh mown grass, hugged trees (twice), a bench, leaves of every type, smelled flowers. And we stop. Guide talks and says what I am thinking. This spot is special; an essence exists here. My eyes open to the sky near the statue, in the grass, under the trees, where we lay.
I feel you.
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