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Verily, through the patched hills, listening deeply
For the whole chord that sounds the landscape and ourselves.
It is not by chance that our bodies are prepared for nature.
We are constantly meeting, leaping forward into what is already known.
The open field, the immortal cliff, a guest in the lodge.
We know it is always present here, and still
There is something to do, somewhere to go.

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