Patricia Maulding
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Through the mists of Avalon I come to a clearing. There is a spring with clear cool water. I bend down to drink, and see my reflection in the pool. The sun is shining. There are deer grazing and faeries peering out at me from their tiny flowers. I am home.
My path that I have denied for so long is art and photography. I have lifted the veils and now see Truth. I quit my corporate job to live in the enchanted world of dreams and art.
