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The once-great forests of our land,
trees that blanketed the continent
with quilts of seasons, are gone –
Be still – free of time and space.
Be free – in the eternal and the infinite.
I was born,
in Winter,
with a pocketful of seeds,
beans and basil,
onions and peas.
My father describes himself as “ethnically Catholic” and on every official document lists his religion as “COSMIC.”
Karen Grizez watched as a mother, holding her hungry infant, received a cup of goat’s milk from a member of the local women’s group.