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May 2023
I hold this land;
deep within my heart.
I hold in my hands
the soil and the toil,
until the end of days;
until the end of time.

I hold this land;
for our children
I hold in my hands
the future and the past,
until the end of days;
until the end of time.

until the end of days,
until the end of time.
until the end of days,
until the end of time.
A sense of belonging to a landscape and its culture
Purcy Flaherty
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Purcy Flaherty  52/M/Earth
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