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Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, t...
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Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I know exactly what a prayer is. But it seems you don't know how to pay attention; how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done for you?
Isn't your world magnificent?
Won't your soul live forever, at last?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
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My three years old Clara photographed in a extremely bright sunny day at our country side cottage in central Spain. The face was under a strong shadow, so balancing the high dynamic rage of this photo was difficult. (Text: Paraphrasing Mary Olivier’s The Summer Day). .....................................................................................................................................................................................
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