blessing is all , utterly , my healing . i feel . i feel to walk far anddrink deeply from the spring . i obey , and eat of the strangelovely plant growing where i stand . who is my teacher ? whospeaks ? hmmm .... oh , well , sometimes i see the faerie , too . that's thesort of wonder who talks with a flying geometry . i know ofthis i am of a we . i know the common tear of we andmore we , and i know it'scommon as dirt . you ? you sit in the dirt ?
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