Do you ever get poems stuck in your head? For days I've had the rhythm of a poem beating inside me with only the words "still water" to grasp hold of. It was only just now, remembering the empty beach, the light, the still water that I remembered the rest of Wendell Berry's The Peace of Wild Things.
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