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  • To travel like a bird, lightly to view | Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand, | Ocean embraced in a white sleep with land; | To escape time, always to start anew... | Hooded by a dark sense of destination... | Travelers, we're fabric of the road we go; We settle, but like feathers on time's flow.

    Cecil Day Lewis (1992). “The Complete Poems of C. Day Lewis”, p.325, Stanford University Press