In the abandoned camp at Grog Beach, nothing moved except the wind. Torn tents flapped like wounded birds, and a cold fire pit held only ash and rusted cans. But for the plants, this was sacred ground.
Abandoned Grog Beach Camp, late afternoon. In the abandoned camp at Grog Beach, nothing
She didn’t dream of people. She saw the world as the plants saw it. In the abandoned camp at Grog Beach, nothing
That’s when the vision came.
The Vision of the Plants