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Lost Moors

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People want to measure:
moors in hectares,
canals in meters,
peat in blocks,
barges in convoys.

In separating rectilinear
we are masters:
strips, plots,
rivers, ditches.

And once in a while
nature helps us
and divides
the landscape.
Already winding.

— Geert de Kockere

 

(I translated the poem of the rusted art column below.)

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Caretaker of males, both human and feline. No lady, but all woman. Avid reader and photographer. Determined to find writing time during busy days. And nights if needed. Because I need you to meet the wonderful people who are living in my mind.

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