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Aug 2014
Take my hand;
We can leave all this sadness far behind.
Walk beside me;
Together we can shoulder the weight of these broken ships.
We’ll find our way through the forests
and take the highland pass over the mountains,
out to where the Heavens rest on the horizon.
Far from the damage and conflict,
far from the disgrace and confusion.
Free to stage our story among all that is still wild
and all that is still beautiful.
Native Intuition
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Native Intuition
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