• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 12
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Pilgrim in a cloak

You have come too far
we don't make journeys
our home is here.

Stones stay close
nudging elbows
making mountains.

If the pebbles get restless
and slip to the water's edge
we gather them up

point them to the rock face
remind them we keep vigil
on this view.

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