The Land
Feb 26
2010
2010
The land is a mother that never dies. Maori.
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The land is a mother that never dies. Maori.
We shall be one person. Pueblo Indian
Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul. Plato
…. the wise man looks into space,
and does not regard the small as too little, nor the great as too big;
for he knows that there is no limit to dimensions. Lao Tze
… I am alone withe the beating of my heart… Lui Chi
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