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I looked up with a wild duck's eye into the trees
waving as the wind rushed through them...
Suddenly I felt alone on earth,
as I do when lying on the damp ground in spring
to see the bloodroot raising its leaf sheath through the mold.
These moments are not rare.
I can summon them whenever I fee the need to retire into the wilderness.
For this is my wilderness,
untouched by man,
of infinite grace and harmony.
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~ Harlan Hubbard
from "Payne Hollow - Life on the fringe of Society"
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