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To go into the dark with a light is to know the light to know the dark, go dark Go without sight and find that dark too, blooms and sings and is travelled by dark feet and dark wings  "Dandelions", by Amy Brown |
the P e a c e of WILD things When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound In fear of what my life and my children's lives may be I go and lie down by where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds I come into the peace of the wild things Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief I come into the presence of still water and feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light For a time I rest in the grace of the world and am free Wendell Berry |
