Stones, stacked or solitary,
are the bones of our histories
breaking the swell of land
as we wade through, reminding us
of something deeper than we see.
We can try to reassemble
their scatterings,
read the anatomy of origins
where we hauled ourselves up
from earth to light,
raised homes, defined ourselves
through boundaries, forged tools
to delve and cultivate,
carved our initials everywhere …
Helen Boyles Markmakers fragment
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- Rachael Bennett
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- Beverley Samler
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- Josie Gould