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. . . and all the same I've lost myself and walked along the land. These steady steps, I fear them so, as I long for leaping decks and the ocean's unholy hands. Where one horison leads to another, and the end you can not tell. But alas, it's here I sit amognst the trees, and from my dreams dispelled.
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Impressive! And you already evoked a response!
Thanks for posting the link to your blog article. I'd never considered the political implication of "water", although, as a fan of the "Dune" novels, I was forced to view water conservancy in a different light, and totally ignored the socio-political applications. Hmmm.
Oh, and you sound so erudite! We are so proud of you! Take care of yourself,
love,
aunt m
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