“An old man's story is written in the lines on his face; an old trail's story is written in the lines on the face of the earth.” This is an old trail - a well trodden path. Each one who walked here has their own story to tell. It was a sunny afternoon, but it was also drizzling. The earth was damp with the intermittent showers of rain. The bamboo stands glistened with the drops of rain reflecting the sunshine. Their leaves were dripping. A blast of chilly air hit me. The weather became downcast. The ongoing romance of the sunshine and the rain made the ambiance of the trail moody – a refreshing drama for my mushroom walk. When I was a little girl, I believed that I once lived in enchanted mushrooms. Hence, I do the trails for my mushroom walks. My finding each one is a moment of a happy coming home! I search for ...
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