“There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres (…) I would have time, I thought, and time to spare, With only streams and birds for company, To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.”— Mary Oliver, from A Dream Of Trees in “New And Selected Poems: Volume One”
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