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2 I brought an apple in, they’re all over the ground, sliced around the little missing pieces and tasted food that fell into my lap, tasted what the crow tasted before me, and that back-flipping squirrel, the worms, and it was, I don’t know, alive in a way apples aren’t anymore. There are so many and they are so small, so sweet. The creatures feast on bits of each delicious shape and move on to the next, wasteful as any of us are with plenty. S. Robbins from Pilgrimage, Meditations on the Svadhisthana Chakra
Sherry Robbins 