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Reedlace Vessel
Lace by Beth Walsh
What I am I have stolen.
These mountains which were never mine
year after year have remade me.
I have seen the sky coloured with laughter.
I have seen the rocks between the withered water
and the quaking light. I have climbed the mountain
with nothing in my hand except handholds
as I came upon them, leaving my hands behind.
From Jacob Singing by Robert Bringhurst
may they one day come home
to wherever their green place is
From Planting a Stone
by Jonathan Ward
to remind
to remember
light a candle
From Planting a Stone
by Jonathan Ward
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