reflections from the tallgrass prairie.
a space to pause.
a place to rest.
a moment.
a breath.
a prairie kid searching for perpetual splendor.
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โWhatever else my life is with its poems and its music and its glass cities, it is also this dazzling darkness coming down the mountain, breathing and tasting.โ โ Mary Oliver
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