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 An ancient emerald temple whose floors were made of ferns and whose isles were made of rushing streams.

Whose pews were large boulders in the sun to which we spread our bodies.

Peace pouring out of our lips.

We whispered prayers up towards the sky.

But mostly we felt a hushed happiness as we wondered that old temple.

His eyes studying like they must have as a child.

Few words were spoken or even needed.