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I have taken words from a song by Welsh troubadour Meic Stevens..'I wreiddiau'r Gorllewin, rwy'n llifo yn ol' (to the roots in the west I am flowing back home). A romantic cry from the heart, the west, the Atlantic (or Irish Sea) coast of Wales, the setting sun, the Celtic dream world. They have been joined in this work by the words of anthropologist James. T Clifford, a quote I have often used.."Perhaps there is no return for anyone to a native-land, only field-notes for it's reinvention'. This forms a contrast to the romantic notion of roots, nothing remains of anyone's 'homeland' any longer, at least not as it was when we left it.
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