All around the Hamlet

Mist shrouds green

And pokes of roof

Field unfurls to mountain and stream

Runs over a billion stones

The symphony of water

And birdsong in the forgetting light

And people spending time with one another.

The Earth is not an elder

It is not up to the Earth.

The Earth is an elixer

To make you drunk with life

Not culture

Not society

But first, before these things are built,


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