“Praise” by Mary Oliver
Knee-deep in the ferns springing up at the edge of the whistling swamp I watch the owl with its satisfied, heart-shaped face as it flies over the water– back and…
Continue reading →Knee-deep in the ferns springing up at the edge of the whistling swamp I watch the owl with its satisfied, heart-shaped face as it flies over the water– back and…
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