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Dark green Norway spruces bordered each side of the abandoned road. The trees, planted by design many years ago now reached sixty feed up into a leaden April sky. The upsweeping branches arched over the road creating the quieting effect of a cathedral nave, an entranceway into the sacred realm of nature, a realm I wanted to wander in , a realm I needed to connect with. Walking beneath the spruce boughs I recalled something I had recently read in…