I hope to die into my own life, surrender to all its pain and pleasures so deep and real as to move easy, mist on water, a leaf in wind, and never speak of it beyond a grateful nod to the universe. Having struggled with dispossession for so long, then, by my stars, reaching a […]
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The willow tree is dying, and I, so of myself, would ask what I might do to save it. As if a tree should not be seen as glory laid so low in western winds, so slow to loosen at the root, opening to the sky, returning to the earth. The host of shade and […]
James Scott Smith 