walking the blocks from one cozy familiar place to another, listening to some instrumental music, i look around at the earth. the sky, the grass, the trees, the birds and the bugs, and even the cars and buildings. and as i do so and as the intoxicating river flows through my veins and settles into my bones, i cannot help but think one thing. THE EARTH IS NOT A COLD DEAD PLACE.
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