“Wherever ever you step in
I have been there before you.
I touched this stones,
watched that sky
nothing can be without me,
nothing can hide.
I died here many times
to be born again…
nothing can be without me
nothing can hide.
I left these marks for you
to remember,
to whisper that
nothing can be without me,
and nothing can be for me hide.” Ch. Jones

Amazing, precious, so impossible… 

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