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Stephen R. Lawhead

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Early man recognised these lines of force and marked them out on the landscape with, well, any old thing, really—standing stones, ditches, mounds, tumps, sacred wells, and that sort of thing. And, later on, with churches, market crosses, crossroads, and whatnot.
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I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

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She neither hears nor sees;
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