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A body is more than a physical appearance or a metaphysical state. It is also a conglomeration of all that had/has lived and existed.
What happens when the land is deprived of its body? Or when the body is deprived of the land?
Memory of the land shines through the body, and the land speaks its memory of the body, hazily, in languages known only to one another.
I search through my soul, the bond between the body and the land and the innumerable ways in which they become one.