I love mountains, you see, because I grew up in them. I was a child who played in dirty piles of pine needles and stared at a skies full of stars from flannel lined sleeping bags. 448 more words
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Looking: Odilon Redon's "The eye like a strange balloon goes to infinity" and Denise Levertov's "Looking, Walking, Being"
“The World is not something to
look at, it is something to be in.”
I look and look.
Looking’s a way of being: one becomes, 64 more words