This earth — Jane Dougherty Writes

This earth of tressed roots and rivers, fish-silvered oceans, sky, bird-woven tapestries of celestial hues, is the cradle of all life— ~it is not ours~ to unmake, to sully sky and sea, to eviscerate, for in the unmaking is our own ending, and when we have crushed the petals of the last […]

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