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That day, I walked the waterfalls, where water runs clear and cold through the soft hills. I was totally alone and each time my brain wanted to reach toward something awful—I was reminded that I was here. I repeated, you are here, you are here. And you are too. We are here, together in this moment, crucial and urgent, yes, but also full of wonder and awe at every turn.
You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World
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