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    Sand, surf and seadrift
    The lifting of gull's wing
    The shifting of shadow
    On new mown meadow.
    The drifting of snow
    Or last year's leaves;
    Gift of grass and white clover,
    Of oak, ash and alder,
    High cloud and clear water,
    I will not shrink
    From the touch of tomorrow

    Anthony Naumann

    A poem sent by post by Sab, written in the woods where she spent her weekend amongst the lurking dragonflies. Preparing her learning with a group of others to build ecological earth ships.
    And the photo is of Jane on a walk we made sharing joys, hopes and fears of her pending motherhood through adoption.

    And now shared with you. And on.
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