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“”Understand, I am always trying to figure out what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape…”

I have always felt more at home with questions than with answers, and I gravitate toward poets who explore rather than explain. Mary Oliver, one of my favorites, writes in this poem, “I believe I will never quite know.  Though … Continue reading

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