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The wild seems ever
changing, shifting from one moment to the next, from
season to season, always in motion. Yet, over the
ages,
the endless procession of changing moments seem
increasingly frozen in time. There is something
timeless about the wild, something eternal, that
draws us back again and again. The passage of time
destroys and renews, and while no single element
ever stays the same, the eternal wild remains.
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