a few of my girl friends and i came here a few weeks ago to ponder and write in our journals.
we talked to the guard and when we told him we were mormon he let us into the private garden.
just us.
it was beautiful.
i touched all the olive trees in the whole garden.
i found a small note in a tree, as i searched the knots of the tree i saw hundreds of notes.
i sat down by the tree and wrote a poem and stuck it in.
(the one in the center of the picture is mine)
i add my testimony to that of this tree.
trying to leave my mark all around this place, it sure has left it's mark in me.
-it is written.
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