The beat of the earth is like the beat of the heart, it hammers so quietly it cannot be heard, but it’s pounding is deep enough to shake and make the mighty tremble, and feel the world upon our hearts, growing fast, and meaning itself to just be.
That beat may fall quietly, but the earth moves slowly, it continues to move, and the roads grow grass and weeds up through the dirt, all entries and exits become one with the soil. The trees hesitate through lack of care, the sky paints its picture daily, and the nighttime covers it all and lets it grow again.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Mark Mascilli
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