It is too often that we forget our landscape. the soil beneath us or the the coast lines. we forget the people that we are the people that have made us . i am haunted by my heritage my endless internal battle of Algonquin blood and the european blood that beats in my veins. I am a cross section of people pushed from their land. it reminds me of
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get out to the west; your hope in this country will be restored.
every time i come back, i remember how much of the earth's original beauty is being preserved out here. remained untouched. it's refreshing.
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