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Landlines
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.

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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