As I age in the world it will rise and spread,and be for this place horizon and orison,
the voice of its winds.
I have made myself a dream to dream
of its rising, that has gentled my nights.
Let me desire and wish well the life
these trees may live when I
no longer rise in the mornings
to be pleased with the green of them
shining, and their shadows on the ground,
and the sound of the wind in them.
- Wendell Berry, Planting Trees
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One of my son's cats is named Sadie. Great name. On Big Trouble, it is absolutely a mind overload. I try to take it 40 to 60 pages at a time. Also, once the first 100 pages are by it seems to flow better.
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