For the love of place,

Topographies of faces,

And of sacred spaces


Tracing footsteps,

Traces of dust and sand

Across the land,

Tracing steps

Back to their roots


Roots anchored deep

In the entrails of the land

Entangled in the past

The present and the future


Rugged coastlines

And curving spines

Of ancient mountains


Mapping out trails


Crossing rails


From ancient times


The ebb and flow

Of time, of tides


Memories of faces

But do even

Sacred places

Remain the same?


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