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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.)
Figments of a DuTchess 