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Mary Oliver

When one is alone and lonely, the body
gladly lingers in the wind or the rain,
or splashes into the cold river, or
pushes through the ice-crusted snow.
Anything that touches.

— Mary Oliver, from “Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way,” Felicity (Penguin, 2015)

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