I've walked these lands before they were known. They were mine to tend. Mine to keep. I whispered to the river so it knew how to speak. I lifted the trees and spread their limbs. I dug out the valleys and piled up the hills and invited the beasts in. Now man has come too. Little cottages with whips of smoke from their chimneys. They won't find me though. I've wandered here so long I've become the land. The roots pump through me, the moss covers me, the river too. Mine to keep.

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