Today I hiked the Stoneymeade Conservation area, shared by Acton and Concord, and was intrigued to find these concrete ruins shortly after beginning my walk. Quick research revealed that they are the remnants of WWII era bunkers.
As I walked along I came across the remnants of trees transformed into sculptures of the forest, like the root system of this fallen tree...
And this tree stump glacier...
...and the gazelle running out of this tree.
To me, all of these things were signs of precious lives lived. When we are peaceful, we leave behind us a trail of light that fades over time but never, ever goes out.
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