"Earth is the memory. It is the thick-bowled Ruka tree. It is the endless turning, the never changing, the deep rooted. It is the stillness before a question. It is the cool clay banks that guide the river. It is the all-swallowing roar of sudden anger, the grinding of boulders, the crashing of ancient trees. Remember, and the Earth will come"
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