I look out on the rich landscape
Hills rolling and glens changed
The map of times hands have moved
My spine tingling in anticipation
Of what I do not know
See the remains of a home
The place where the door was shimmers
Light more prominent than anywhere
As I explore this living map
In a past I have chosen to return to
But filling me with a new sensation
Where futures merge with past.
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