November 7, 2012


Going home but never forgetting,

I rose in a rainforest every morning.

Thinking back to the crescendo of ecology, the harmony of nature, the syncopation of landscape, the rhythm of wilderness.

It’s beauty will forever call to me for I find I cannot live without thee.

Dig your spirit in the sand and consider that the tern can fly from here to the end of the Earth, what can’t the living do?


By Will, Max, Sabrina, Helena, Ian, Patrick and Liz

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