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Saturday, December 1, 2012

If petrographs were a poem, they might sound like this one by Mary Oliver, from her new collection A Thousand Mornings


 Poem of the One World

This morning
the beautiful white heron
was floating along above the water

and then into the sky of this
the one world
 we all belong to

where everything
 sooner or later
is a part of everything else

which thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself.

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