Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.
Gwyn Thomas
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I remember those happy days and often wish I could speak into the ears of the dead the gratitude which was due to them in life and so ill-returned.
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But the beauty is in the walking -- we are betrayed by destinations.
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