De Sporen Zien

2. Seeing the Traces

By the stream and under the trees… scattered are the traces of the lost;
The sweet-scented grasses are growing thick - did he find the way?
However remote over the hills and far away the beast may wander,
His nose reaches the heavens and none can conceal it.

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