Down the road were the slave houses, which is down a very long, dirt road, way off in the trees. Once again, I was eerily and keenly aware that we suddenly were not alone again. This feeling was so strong that I was half-expecting to see an army of soldiers come charging out of the forest, but it didn't happen. Yesterday I bought a very interesting Civil War music CD with some very touching songs on it. On great fields, something stays.
Forms change and pass, bodies disappear, but spirits linger.
To consececrate ground for the vision of the Soul. And reverent men and woman from afar. And generations that know us not, and that we know not of, shall come here to ponder and to dream. And the power of the vision shall pass into their souls.