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Walking home
Thw sun on my face
West wind in my hair
The mountains in my legs
All gnarly and cramped
But buoyed by the beauty
Of breathtaking truth
hidden by mist
Revealed by descent
And the light of the hills
My legs cool
From the beautiful pools
Of Lingmell beck
Clear and insistent,
Soothing and calm
The Raven's call is in my blood
Im connected to air
To earth and water
And a part of this place
Is in my heart.

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