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beyond our homes
and our kith
& our kin

beyond ourselves
and our teeth
& our skin

beyond our eyes
and our hearts
& our hands

mountains rise
beyond our words
& our plans

mountains beyond mountains

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  1. Our legacy as humans on this earth goes back so far and we are each connected back to those ancestors....that connection brings us together more than should tear us apart.

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  2. A deep meaningful poem, by this I feel the connection to mother earth through you words. A piece of poetry I'd like to revisit.

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  3. You build this foundation for all of us. Nicely formed poem.

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  4. Reminds me how small we all are compared to the earth's wonders.

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  5. Beautifully done, Rene. Lovely to see you in the Pantry!

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  6. A connection to our legacy of ancestors and the earth. Nice.

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  7. And always there are mountains beyond mountains and oceans beyond oceans. An excellent write.

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  8. I love mountains! May they last forever (whatever else is lost).

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  9. I love the wisdom and perspective here.

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  10. mountains rise
    beyond our words
    & our plans

    One can never anticipate the strengths of other elements against our expectations. Very true Rene!

    Hank

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