I set out on the land in reflection. I listen in stillness for her to bend my ear. She solicits integrity and the insight of interrelationship. Her subtle cues stir the cycles of vitality beyond the curtain of our sensory encounter. I wonder about our waning sensitivities to these ethereal intimations. What do we lose when we stop listening to the land?

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