Ah, in the days when everyone held hats firmly to their locks against ill winds and the depths of depravity could only be thought with the faintest of winces, like listening to a drunken aunt. Ah, the
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Augustine, estimable saint, said we, us, people are terra animata, “earth animated,” “earth moving around.” Yes. And for earth moving, there are rules. Stones, for example, can be a bad addition. Ice.
So Sad A sad fact: Many things that are good for society or the earth itself are not good for me, me, me. Higher taxes hurt people like me. A livable minimum wage costs people like me. Fair trade cost
Like anyone else, the poem wanders in the unknowable. It stoops and shrugs like anyone carrying a burden. It will say after some time almost apologetically how it’s always been big for its age. Big bo
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