Thursday, July 1, 2010

Once again, I'm at a loss for words.

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  1. "When despair for the world grows in me
    and I wake in the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting with their light. For a time
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
    - Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things"

    Fantastic pictures- this looks like a foot!

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