Tororot created Suam, the Suam
I grew up in,
Those rocks, their edges, their
coarseness
They have such supple beauty
though they be hard
And as my eyes are cast, it is
hard not to cry in joy
We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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