through the Blue Ridge, the whisper...

through the Blue Ridge, the whisperer starts to whisper in tongues.
Remembered landscapes are left in me The way a bee leaves its sting,
Hopelessly passion-placed,
Untranslatable language.
Non-mystical, insoluble in bid they act as an opposite
To the absolute, whose words are a solitude, and settle to music.
All forms of landscape are autobiographical.
Charles Wright, from "All Landscape is Abstract, and waits to Repeat Itself"
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From its real inception, the Shenandoah National Park (SNP) has had a complicated and