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"Standing high on a craggy peak, the lands stretched out below,
the Western Winds pick up her hair, forging the way to go.
For thither she seeks a path to tread, by the moon that rises high:
The Seeker, she's called, and seek she does, though it is untold why."
Watercolour, November 2007.
Prints available from www.kirstinmills.com
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