i am feeling quiet this week, my darlings, so i leave you with this poem by the dearly departed mary oliver. * In Blackwater Woods Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment,
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i am feeling quiet this week, my darlings, so i leave you with this poem by the dearly departed mary oliver. * In Blackwater Woods Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment,