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I don’t know, & that’s become a good thing, what with knowledge so often used merely as power by pols, academics, or investors. Don’t know, other than sun creates the most marvelous colors on the most magical of its own creations. Up early all the time now, settled at the bottom with the rest of the salt of the earth, so that when I fly by mudflats north of Portland, all God’s creatures focus East, flora & fauna. Look at those pines glistening, or raspberry leaves, thorns, & berries hidden, but cyclically expectant. I always look for the Great Blue Heron, which usually stands in homage of the sun. Once it flew in front of my car less than twenty feet away, an instant of longevity. The time I saw the deer & her faun on the low tide renewed my faith in nature, as both recognized the value of light emerging, a light softer, & more promising, at that moment, than the one to come, at noon.



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