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blessing is all , utterly , my healing . i feel . i feel to walk far and
drink deeply from the spring . i obey , and eat of the strange
lovely plant growing where i stand . who is my teacher ? who
speaks ? hmmm .... oh , well , sometimes i see the faerie , too .
that's the
sort of wonder who talks with a flying geometry . i know of
this i am of a we . i know the common tear of we and
more we , and i know it's
common as dirt . you ? you sit in the dirt ?