At each setting of the sun, when the story-making of the day was done, the horizon was a bonny hug upon our motherland.
We call her motherland because we are born into her bonds of love, bonds the wise keep and cherish.
Our motherland, from giving earth to open skies, is part of the ambient soul of creation.
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