The old man in the village had told me to look for the "triangle gate". When I asked what he meant, he shrugged, and said that if I was meant to find it, then I would. Standing in the lane, looking at the gateway, I paused for a moment. Did I really want to pass through? He had told me that there would be no turning back, once I had climbed over.
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I think I can figure out what makes this one secret... The hush that comes over one who is contemplating going through the gate and venturing into the seductive darkness just beyond the shock of light green...That is a secret place for sure... where any number of magical, secretive, breathtaking things may occur! and. . . when you return you must keep the secrets!!!
aren't the best places on earth the ones where you're not sure whether or not to curl up and take a nap, dance, or just sit in silence?
I like this worn out old rusty one! I imagine years of happy use and little ones in and out daily:)