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Apr 2016
The flight and call of the birds imbues us with the future. Our past comes from a well. The present lies in a river. Our elders are now gone in crumbling stone. If the bough of the Oak is as wide as 3 men all boundaries can be broken and our souls can pass on.
Written by
Frederick Noakes  Albion
(Albion)   
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   Natasha Ivory and Scotty
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