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The Northwest We wandered down the Avenue of the Giants, taking in the endless greenery until we ran across Paul Bunyan, riding his ox, carrying his axe, destroying trees to build a country. He said his axe was really hungry. We hugged the Grandfather Tree, glad it was spared from destruction. We become children in the forest, specks of dust dancing in the breeze, laughing freely to ourselves, rambling past the clover feeling lucky, feeling free, as the redwoods tower above in this land of giants. The streams are rushing past fueled by endless love. What Dreams Danced Here? Sparkles like starlight on a marble floor. The echo of an empty ballroom. Ghosts pirouette under the moonlight. Laughter ricochets through the air. Joy bounces beyond time and space. Faces unlock the gates of history. Melody lingers in the atmosphere.
