a series of daily contemplations on birth through the eyes of earth
It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live. Ages and people which sever the earth from the poetic spirit, or do not care, or stop their ears with knowledge as with dust, find their veins grown hollow and their hearts an emptiness echoing to questioning.
-- Henry Beston, Herbs and the Earth
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