While Peter was sharing this passion for the balance of the male and female ley lines on our way to the Tor, I was struck by the beauty of the green and red, with the pointed leaves of the holly. Also, I notice the sweet honey like smell of what appears to be blooming ivy along with walls here and at Avebury. The evocative Christian songs of the winter solstice season come to mind with the knowing of the beauty of the coming of the green time in the spring..
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