"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
In an old Mesquite A low and drooping branch broke, Yet stayed in place, Held in a sling of tangled vines - O my loves, now you hold me.
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