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When I Am, when I fully let go my thoughts and simply feel myself alive, I am simply human, humus, soil. I feel a great longing to lay deep in cool grass and be utterly consumed by the fragrance of loam and loess, which rises to call me back into the Mother. I am no longer creature, but endometrial cradle, a single seed whose essence is released into the vapor of earth to join that of all the living and yet to come.