DISCOVERY Invaders cannot love this conquered land where no tribe may wander nor forest stand before the termite plague whose squalid treasons cloud our magick wonder that Nature's time is vague, her cosmic eons of lunar months in solar seasons give no age a name for long suffering donors could still reclaim their native owners, ocean river mountain meadow lake and plain, where each neutral border in death and rebirth returns to mother earth her natural order.

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