˙ǝɹǝɥ oƃ 'ɟlǝsɹnoʎ ɹoɟ ʇı ʎɹʇ oʇ ¿unɟ ʇı ʇ,usı ˙uʍop ǝpısdn uǝʇʇıɹʍ sı sıɥʇ
˙sǝʎǝ ɹnoʎ ɥʇıʍ ƃuoɹʍ ƃuıɥʇou sı ǝɹǝɥʇ
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who am i?
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- I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? -from The Summer Day, by Mary Oliver
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