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This reminded me of my favorite Mary Oliver poem:

  Entering the Kingdom
  by Mary Oliver
  
  The crows see me.   
  They stretch their glossy necks      
  In the tallest branches    
  Of green trees. I am      
  Possibly dangerous, I am    
  Entering the kingdom.
  
  The dream of my life   
  Is to lie down by a slow river    
  And stare at the light in the trees–      
  To learn something by being nothing    
  A little while but the rich    
  Lens of attention.
  
  But the crows puff their feathers and cry   
  Between me and the sun,    
  And I should go now.      
  They know me for what I am.    
  No dreamer,      
  No eater of leaves.

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This is great, thanks for sharing.