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Often on my wanderings I am drawn to the etching of the lines on the land, how the curves and shapes lift our spirits, how we can leave traces and interact with the natural world, making impermanent offerings to the  wonder. 

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See the lie of the land

From hill to horizon

Give rise to a story

Give rise to a song.


Some lines we find

And some we make.

Theres a story unfolding

And beauty to break,

Open the mystery,

Of within and beyond.

Out here in nature

Is where we belong

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