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“Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory? We do not walk through a passive landscape. The paint dries eventually. We collide with place, which is another name for God, and limp away with a permanent injury. Ask for a blessing? You can try, but we will not remain unscathed.”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

“The first whisper of stars is a faint thing
a candle sound, too far away to read by...”
― Alice Oswald, Woods etc.

“but who can feel ugly, when their heart feels joy”
― C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

“His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants.”
― Anaïs Nin