You might call this place sacred ground for me. I know too well the ancient stories of where and when my ancestors came from. I know the story of Egypt and Babylon,slavery,Mount Sanai,The lost tribes and forty years in the desert. I know those stories. I came back here to know the real and personal stories of my granfather and his family, who not too long ago meandered here among the same stillness. What was this stillness all about? I wondered.
I walked along its shore, going against its restless current, trying to here my grandfathers voice, finding further on, the subtle chatter of children playing in the distance,only to discover that in some very deep place, I finally came home.
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