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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
Gypsy, warrior, lostling child, traveller on the wild roads - all these things and more. The wolf at my side, the falcon o'erhead, the bag on my back and the wind in my face.
At one and the same time - the physicist, ever poking at the world. The sympathetic ear, the comforting shoulder, the open heart. The ordinary woman trying to make her way in an extraordinary world.
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