my wilderness

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I looked up with a wild duck's eye into the trees 

waving as the wind rushed through them... 

Suddenly I felt alone on earth, 

as I do when lying on the damp ground in spring

 to see the bloodroot raising its leaf sheath through the mold.  

These moments are not rare.  

I can summon them whenever I feel the need to retire into the wilderness.  

For this is my wilderness, 

untouched by man, 

of infinite grace and harmony.

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~ Harlan Hubbard

from "Payne Hollow - Life on the fringe of Society"

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