Joy

When the families would gather together,
the seats at the fire would be full, it was a time to renew.
When the call was made to pack up,
we were grateful for everyone that had wandered through.
When we were living and moving through the forest,
as one, we were flowing on, no matter the path we each pursued.
Those were the states of joy.



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