"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Monday, November 19, 2012
Before the Walk
Before the walk comes the poem, a verse or two to take along the path.
I see more clearly with downcast eyes, pondering a private line.
Words tilt the sky, straighten the trunk, unmask the liquid
