The stupendous oddness of being
I wake up, it’s light, there’s a slight wind slipping through the trees, and above these, is that purity of blue that arrives with a clear morning. ...
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As a flower of the field
One night it rained. I put on boots and left the house. I walked until morning. On a hill I sat in wet grass. I heard a people of strange tongue. My heart becam...