I had been strolling along, admiring the scenery, when the forest asked me to stop.
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When it comes to the garden, I want to be folded in, to fade in, to become part of it. I long to be—for a moment—place, not person.
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It is instinctively appealing. So much is possible with so little effort. It is also incredibly hopeful —the land really can regenerate itself. The land does the work, and time does the work.
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We are all ephemera,
all essential,
on this land and of it…