Softly the rocks sing
The Scale of Things
Mist blows off the ocean to the right, a horse eats unknowingly, the Moai of Tongariki, all 15 that have been raised 3 times now, sit and watch over the plain between them and Rano Raraku, clouds pass, and i soak, soak it all in my eyes, my camera my skin.
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