Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

On this crossing.

September 4, 2017

 

I'd rather not know where the path leads. I'd rather not count steps or clock miles. I'd rather notice where the roots cross, where the animals make their trails, who lives in the trees, who sings at dawn and who has, now, migrated home. 

 

This is the map I need--the topographical signals related by those who live here and never think twice about their place in this world. 

 

 

 

 

 

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