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Excerpt from the upcoming book:

This place was no different than most other places.

Occasionally a renegade umbrella would counter the flow and go in the “wrong” direction. Yasmin peered out, and then glanced back down again thinking about her next steps. She then looked out again from under her umbrella, saw the sky, felt the rain, and continued to move on. Should she dare leave the mill of the known and go to new untried places?

As she approached the moon gate she could only get a first sense of what lay behind. The rain started to dissipate, and she felt the earth and green awakening. With each step the heady mix of smells became stronger, from the fragrant first bloom of flowers to a light tone of culinary creation. Could this be a place to escape to or even find peace, a sense of self, or a new beginning?

Yasmin was about to find out that beyond this wall was a place where time had a different and gentler rhythm.

Behind this gate was a temple for the senses, a sanctuary for the soul, and a place where stories would unfold.

On any given morning, the main streets were filled with people, lost in the fog of their first thoughts of the day, of all that there is to do in the coming hours. In an age where time has become a rare commodity, the waves of thoughts, so focused on the next moments, leave the external world mostly unnoticed.

On one particular morning the sun did rise, but was shielded by thick grey rain clouds. No time was to be had for those under the umbrellas to hear the sound of the raindrops splash on the pavement, to see the patterns of the clouds swirling even dancing above, or to feel the cool droplets fall on one's face.

A small side street opened up to the left. Yasmin gazed for a moment, looked down the street, took a deep breath, and then made the turn and continued down its path. The street was lined with tall, old chestnut trees, and at this time of year, delicate, vibrant green leaves were making their first show, glistening with the fresh drops of the Spring rain. At the end of the street, slightly hidden by flowing willow trees, a round moon gate appeared. It was carved in stone with abstract reliefs, and was supported on each side by a protective stone wall which was draped in vibrant ivy and sheltered by tall, aged trees. This round opening was however more than a gate, it was the gateway to another world.

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