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“Beyond the rambling waterfalls, / the thunders mumbling in their sleep, / and crickets with encrypting trills, / the dialogues run far and deep / throughout the forests most ignore: / the histories of all that crawls... (from Conversations with Gaia)”

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Book:The Humbling and Other Poems
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