Monthly Archives: May 2014

How I go into the Woods, Mary Oliver

Posted on 20 May 2014 by xineann

Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. … Continue reading →

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