a touch of love

In describing experiences with the natural world for Wordsworth and for herself, Mary Oliver writes, “Something touched, between us and the universe. It does not always happen. But if it does, we know forever where we live, no matter where we sleep, or eat our dinner, or sit at table and write words on paper.”

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