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...After the cleansing rain, I took a leisurely stroll through the village streets. Some of the lane ways were lined with the quaint, tiny homes of the visiting clairvoyants who were there for the summer season.They stood in stark contrast to the proud Victorian homes, resplendent in their expansive verandas and colorful gardens.Magnificent trees, hundreds of years old, were everywhere to be seen...Oh, the stories they could tell!...I could sense the history as they provided a living link to the past. I felt a part of the interconnectedness between mankind and all aspects of nature.
The faint tinkling of wind chimes flooded me with memories from my childhood.A wave of nostalgia washed over me as images cascaded before my mind's eye of memorable moments spent with my grandmother on her front porch--warm, loving memories from a distant past.
As I made my way down to the water's edge, I stopped and leaned against a tall and mighty oak tree. A wondrous scene lay panoramically before me.Snowy white swans, with regal heads held high, glided effortlessly across the still waters of Cassadaga Lake.Proud geese waddled to the nearby shoreline.Rays of the setting sun filtered through the willow trees, creating interesting patterns of light on the dewy grass.
It was so peaceful in this wonderfully spiritual community of Lily Dale. There was something magical and surreal about this place. Even the air was somehow sweeter and rejeuvenating.
As I gazed upon the tranqility of the scene before me, an overwhelming sense of deja vu flooded my body and I came to the realization that I had finally found my way home.

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