Where the Wood Drake Rests In His Beauty..

October 28, 2016

Where the Wood Drake Rests In His Beauty..

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds, I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
Wendell Berry
 


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