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	<img alt="" src="{filedir_5}Moss.jpg" style="width: 250px; height: 166px; float: right; " />&ldquo;We know we belong to the land;&nbsp;And the land we belong to is grand.&rdquo;</p>
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	Belonging to land is something I have at times coveted. I have moved around so much in my life that I like to say I was given wings rather than roots. I have loved places, adopted cultures, and learned languages only to feel that I could not truly claim to belong because I was not born to that land; I was a sojourner. &nbsp;</p>
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	I believe there is something very elemental about land that is core to humankind, a connection which expresses why we value it. For thousands of years our identity has been intricately connected with land. It is an ancient connection and so profound that for some losing land is akin to losing identity. Perhaps it is because of my background and the consequential value I place on land, but I&rsquo;ve become aware of a growing lack of relationship to land of late. I don&rsquo;t know if it because of the very small parcels of land most of us live on now, which bear little resemblance to how they would have looked naturally, or if it is because people don&rsquo;t tend to live and stay in one place as much now. But the connection of land to self is lost on many of the people I meet.&nbsp;</p>
