Land. Wherever I stand I am my own. Land drawn in fear. Land yet to be subdued. Gathered on the go, forlorn course, fleety flow. Land I never embraced, inward space of undefinite lines, fickle trails, codes and rules for ever shifting times. Land out of sight. Still nowhere to find me. Land. Wherever I stand, do you see, it is there. I am my own.
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