she spoke to me, my mother earth. Her songs of the changing seasons, her circle of life and death. She whispered in the wind, danced in the rain. She painted brilliant colours in the night sky. Her roots stretch and twist like the roads winding around the highest mountains, like the blue veins beneath my ivory skin… Her ocean swells high, and deep, rich with other worlds, hidden in secrecy. She is my mystery, my mother, my earth.
{Mother Earth} the creator, fertility
{Moon} balance, sanity, rhythm
{Water} strength, an uncontrollable force
{Air} creativity, carefree, whimsical
{Fire} passion, raging, hungry
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chris wigmore gave props (8 Aug 2008):
i like the depth of field and tone
