I will be the gladdest thing under the sun //
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one //
I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes //
Watch the wind blow down the grass and the grass rise (Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things. -Mary Oliver January 2008, Cape Disappointment WA
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