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The owl hunts on
The owl hunts onSilent wings Not desperateBut patient and sure Still, in himselfEven while gliding Aligned to that inner realmAnd watchful, all at once– How deftly Death comesAnd evening quiets in its wake Spreading lavender and duskThrough willow branches, turning
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deer
And did anyone ever tell you how they play like dogs? The young ones bouncing and leaping around their mother, cavorting in circles, charging through the brush and across the lawn, wreaking joyous havoc, and not quietly either. I could see that maternal look of astonished bewilderment in the doe’s eyes, as she took in the…
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causation
I have been hungry to have something to cling to,to have an explanation for why I am here having this bodily experienceof pain, of confusion, of disarray. Only the net is tangled, and out of focus —a jumble of weeds, and where one begins and another endsis impossible to tell. It is so tempting to…
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bonnie veblen 