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Landscapes

I am part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!

Ulysses; Tennyson

 

Landscapes from all (well, almost) Continents.

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