“Since birth I understood, in my animal way, without the benefit of a formal education; that the horizon and the sky meet; do not collide; are at peace with their standing in relation to the other.

And things my mother never taught me, yet I knew: that nature has a hierarchy which may intersect with weather geography genealogy and succession but is its' separate and distinct art form, like pissing on the smooth and dusty canvas of new snow.”

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