As the pen rises from the page between words, so the
walker's feet rise and fall between paces, and as the deer continues to
run as
it bounds from the earth and the dolphin continues to swim even as it
leaps again and again from the sea, so writing and wayfaring are
continuous
activities, a running stitch, a persistence of the same seam or stream. Robert Macfarlane, The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot
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