It Is What I Was Born For-

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It is what I was born for- to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world- to instruct myself over and over… ~Mary Oliver

As Necessary As Bread

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Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. ~ Mary Oliver