The inspiration of the world itself
The map starts at eye level and always brings my head up
to look at the beautiful silhouette of the earth’s landmasses,
carved into intricate designs of counties and cities,
inhabited by a tapestry of different people woven together
by the golden theads of art, culture, tradition, and knowledge
to craft the world as it glistens today.
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