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The smell of
that lethargic stand of great trees, rich and black, filled
me with an unfamiliar sense of safety and belonging. Old growth
on a lake in northern Michigan was a once-a-year sanctuary for
me when I was a little girl.
It takes
33 years for some lessons to reach the soul...Superfluous
pain wracks the body, while the soul tries to accomplish its
aim: to figure out what to aim AT. A mind, brilliant - not as
in a steady brilliance that can be seen by all, but as in bursts
of blinding light - cannot maintain a focus for long enough
to reach a dream.
