The temple reflects light in the distance
It’s stillness enticing her
As she is called to the place she heals
Herself in chanted words
A simple susurration of leaves
That blow softly
Her temple is the woods
The trees ruby leaves ready
To turn the colour of the magical elixir
The russets and yellows richly shimmer
Before their autumn departure
Regeneration to begin again
Ailsa
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