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Jul 2014
No man is an island
but you are a continent

cartographers cannot map your shores in their complexity
pioneers risk death and drowning just for the chance to see your coasts

in your expanse there is the potential for life
and death
and in your valleys and ridges there is beauty

each blemish a vista
each freckle a point of interest
each scar a historic site

no one looks at the earth and calls it ugly.
Kate Thomson
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Kate Thomson
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   ---, --- and Ruzica Matic
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