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What I always wonder
in a place like this
is how many people
have walked this ridge
before, over how many
centuries and what
have they thought
looking down, across,
overhead into the trees,
towards each other?
What, that is different
from my crowded thoughts
right now?
Where are you, earth?
Someday, I will find
a fresh ridge,
virgin to human foot,
and my thoughts
will surprise you,
being discoveries
dug up from deep
inside your own flesh.
We will learn
from each other
as the long-lost
friends we are,
uninterrupted by
the swirl of voices
that history
pours upon us.
Poems from in between 
The first stanza brought me back very clearly to our visit to Wells Cathedral with its steps worn down by centuries of (shuffling?) monks. (Even though this is clearly an outdoor setting!)
The second stanza just made me smile, especially with “and my thoughts/will surprise you,/being discoveries/dug up from deep”
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Thanks. I guess my ego should get over the fact that we share the earth (and cathedrals) with other people. But it also is the feeling of reading a really good book and getting distracted with all the commentary.
My husband is reading a really bad book now that got extremely good reviews and all he does is groan, read passages out loud and quote the critics with an ‘?!’ on the end of his sentence. I think he would be happier without the critical commentary (though we have had fun adding context to the quotes posted on the cover from the critics and turning them into insults — a new source of entertainment 🤓).
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