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There was a time,
I could rid all I had gathered,
and speak to the trees.



To the wind, to the water
to the sun, to the soil.












I knew their names.







. . .















When the wind would sing,
pines would sigh remembrance,
and the streams would weep.



Ev'ry stone, and ev'ry leaf,
all the thrumming birds and bees.

















I knew their names.

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Though I knew it was a dream,
I could see beyond my reach.

. . .




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