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Landscape Survey

04/28/2026 14:58h
And what about this boulder, knocked off the moutaintop and tumbled down a thousand years ago to lodge against the streambank, does it waste itself with worry about how things are going to turn out? Does the current slicing around it stop itself mid- stream because it can't get past all it's left behind back at the source or up in the clouds where its waters first fell to earth? And these trees, would they double over and clutch themselves or lash out furiously if they were to discover what the other trees really thought of them? Would the wind reascend into the sky forever, like an in-drawn breath, if it knew it was fated simply to sweep the earth of windlessness, to touch everything and keep nothing and be beheld by no one?