Our touch on the earth
Insubstantial as shadows
Memory remains
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
A thought provoking poem
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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Shadows… the perfect memory of your time there…
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In the end, it is all we leave behind… 🙂
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You’re right, Sue…
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thank you for reblogging 🙂
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Think of the shadows that’ve been cast on that particular land over the millennia. : )
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Ten thousand years of human presence and more… and ours amongst them.
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I wish our touches were insubstantial sometimes, what with global warming and our impact being so intensely real.
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In terms of the planet’s lifetime, I have a feeling our touch will be no more than a passing sadness. In terms of our own species? We are doing ourselves few favours.
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