“Trees have a curious relationship to the subject of the present moment,” she said.
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So I gaze on the present,
which is neither here nor there,
watching time scatter in the breeze,
propagating nothing.
But in the forest, this is hope.
I close my eyes to hear the birds
who keep time with the trees:
canaries in the eternal.
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