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We Are Nature. We Are Nature Seeing Nature. The Red-winged Blackbird Flies In Us.

It Is A Grief Over The Fate Of The Earth That Contains Within It A Joyful Hope, That We Might Reclaim This Earth.

But Still, The Other Voice, The Intuitive, Returns, Like Grass Forcing Its Way Through Concrete.

Before A Secret Is Told, One Can Often Feel The Weight Of It In The Atmosphere.

Far More Frightening Than The Thought Of Dying Was The Experience Of Erasure Already Occurring In My Life. My Fear Of Becoming Someone Who Did Not Count.