Grief teaches us that time is plastic. A lifetime is an ocean and an instant.
Once, not so long ago, I walked the South Coast Track in Tasmania.
The more I read, the more I came to adore the cockroach
I pass old campsites, ash scattered beneath leaves and lichenous dust
In the forest city all organisms are agents that negotiate relationships...
So I am wondering where things stand in this ‘nation of meat-eaters’...
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