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If you spend enough time wandering a landscape, you imprint yourself upon it as much as it imprints itself upon you. You
develop a mental map, a series of images and dreams as it were, woven together by time and space. Stories spring like
arrowleaf balsom root on a warm May afternoon from these mental maps, and in the telling become myths. It is myth that
imprints place upon the culture of man. -Lee Mercer |
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