“Sometimes I dream
that everything in the world is here, in my
room,
in a great closet, named and orderly,
and I am here too, in front of it,
hardly able to see for the flash and the
brightness—
and sometimes I am that madcap person clapping
my hands and singing;
and sometimes I am that quiet person down on my
knees.”
~ Mary Oliver, Poet/Writer
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