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I am a landscape of hills and valleys and some jagged edges where the world stops. I have clean springs and caverns on my face and small peninsulas that sense and feel on my hands. I have changed this landscape and ploughed it to find the red soil that lies underneath the pale surface. And the people have told me it is destroyed. But from there inside the pain grows a garden and a planet continues living.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
From The Earth
I am a landscape of hills and valleys and some jagged edges where the world stops. I have clean springs and caverns on my face and small peninsulas that sense and feel on my hands. I have changed this landscape and ploughed it to find the red soil that lies underneath the pale surface. And the people have told me it is destroyed. But from there inside the pain grows a garden and a planet continues living.
ce-thompson
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
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