Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end. Every choice is a world made new for the chosen.
~ Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver
A lush read for July. An invitation to sidestep the cold and your ego; an insistence that nature needs to be allowed to be.
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