Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Island How different it all would be, To have been born on an island & then Live inland; there to find wonder In the heights & depths of the land, In the great green swells of foothills Ringing our valleys as only the water -- That grand & seductive isolator Encompassed us before, So that if we made our home In the midst of this vast ellipse, We might leave our doors each day As the Sun comes over the hills, Spilling color, like milk, into our eyes. Flux [BL/-DE ] '94
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