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Childhood Sanctuary

In that ethereal place between dreams and wakefulness I often find myself strolling through my grandma and grandpa’s yard…the one that surrounds the big, two-story brown-shingled house in my small Iowa hometown. The overall affect of that particular place on my being is one of total sensory saturation. The yard is cool, quiet and peaceful. It smells of green and springtime. I am surrounded by color…at my feet and at my touch in every direction. I feel safe and loved and cherished in the yard that was for a time my childhood sanctuary—a sanctuary from all that was beyond my understanding and control.

-part of an essay by C.L. Gillmore

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