“there’s life, and then there’s later. Maybe it’s myself that I miss. (…)”— Mary Oliver, from Blueberries in “Blue Horses: Poems”
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“Do stones feel? Do they love their life? Or does their patience drown out everything else? When I walk on the beach I gather a few white ones, dark ones, the multiple colors. Don’t worry, I say, I’ll bring you back, and I do. Is the tree as it rises delighted with its many branches, each one like a poem? Are the clouds glad to unburden their bundles of rain? Most of the world says no, no, it’s not possible. I refuse to think to such a conclusion. Too terrible it would be, to be wrong.”— Mary Oliver, Do Stones Feel?
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