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  • Do I see in your eye the same glint that your ancestor gave my ancestor

    As you stand on the rock, the same rock that my forebear beheld 4,500 years ago?

    Or are we divided, split by gene and geography,

    Perfect strangers to each other?

    As I gaze again into your unblinking eye, I see no answer

    The flicker I thought I saw

    Is now as dull as the stone of the circle,

    As mysterious

    And as unknowable.
  • Photograph of a hut circle in the Bronze Age settlement now known as Merrivale, Dartmoor.
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