“I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees…”
“Sleeping in the Forest”, by Mary Oliver









by Sara Kovacs (Baby Bean Portraits)
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