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For obvious reasons. Such a long read but well worth it. Makes one really stop and think. I was born during a thunderstorm. My mother moved slowly that day, heavy and tired. While other cows hurried to shelter, she laid down beneath a tree. Between the thunder and rain, I came into this world. My […]

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For these little voices: the bee, the fly, The leaf that taps, the pod that breaks, The breeze on the grass-tops bending by, The shrill quick sound that the insect makes. –Katherine Mansfield (1888–1923)