You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
— Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
Where We Roam
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Where We Roam

Here the wind and the mountains reign king,
though the hares are abundant and the birds how they sing.
Like an army of ants with our food on our backs,
We humans traverse land from which nothing lacks.

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