
still quiet, breath stops a moment-- striations apparent upon the red rock in the distance-- sound unheard speaks a language our ancestors once knew-- perhaps our souls once spoke words lost to us now yet here where clouds paint shadows upon the land our souls feel the rhythm of a language we once knew

Gorgeous imagery and deep mythological, psychological connections. Thank you.
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Thank you, Jane
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Beautiful picture you’d painted, with your, words, truly, amazing!
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Thank you!
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