I believe in magic. I believe in the rights of animals to leap out of our skins as recorded in the Kiowa legend: Directly there was a bear where the boy had been as I believe in the resurrected wake-robin, first wet knob of trillium to knock in April at the underside of earth’s door in central New Hampshire where bears are though still denned up at that early greening. I believe in living on grateful terms with the earth, with...
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