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Imagine returning from the Crusades With enough money to build A grand stone house, so far In the mountains that conflict Could never find you again. Sitting in this courtyard, On the uneven flagstones laid Long ago, I like to think They succeeded, at least For a generation or two. But history tells us You can run, but you Cannot hide. So we who hide Must return to confront What is happening In the world.
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
Near the Col de Pendidis (the Cevennes, France)
Imagine returning from the Crusades With enough money to build A grand stone house, so far In the mountains that conflict Could never find you again. Sitting in this courtyard, On the uneven flagstones laid Long ago, I like to think They succeeded, at least For a generation or two. But history tells us You can run, but you Cannot hide. So we who hide Must return to confront What is happening In the world.
Robert Louis Stevenson toured the Cevennes with. Donkey. We took a Peugeot 208.
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
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