“However alluring the thought of warmth, there is no substitute for standing in the rain to waken every sense-senses that are muted within four walls, where my attention would be on me instead of all that is more than me… I want to be part of the downpour, to be soaked, along with the dark humus that squishes underfoot… I want to feel what the cedars feel and know what they know.”
— Jul 06, 2025 09:24PM
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