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I happened upon this sign in a quiet pocket of a lakeside Seattle neighborhood.

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Vast hedges stretch up, like green giants flanking the path, and the sky seems far away.

Catching glimpses of the groundw through the reaching leaves, I spy miniature ferns and moss lining small stone paths patterned with tiny wet foot prints.

I'm not the only one walking in the valley today. A bridge draws near and I am almost in the valley.

The hedges break like covers pulled back and both I and the valley are simultaneously exposed. I gasp and the Valley seems to hold its breath for an instant. Branches, leaves, birds, and fresh ears all incline towards me.

I feel a gaze fall on me knowing and steadfast. I would not have found this place if it did not want to be found. Yet watchful eyes make for good manners.

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