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“These days my desire, overpowering sometimes, is for some land. An acre or two, some bean rows. A pasture, broadleaved trees, a view of a river. A small house, my kids running about. Solidity, hard ground beneath me, something there to stop me sinking. Clean air, food, meat water. Family, earth, mud, all the small wonders and irritations of life rising up to meet me as i come home. Having a home.”

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Confessions of a Recovering Environmentalist and Other Essays

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Paul Kingsnorth
Paul Kingsnorth

Paul Kingsnorth, born in 1972, is a renowned British writer whose works span across novels, poetry, and essays. His writing is known for its profound ecological awareness and unique literary style. more

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