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“Why We Tell Stories

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Because we used to have leaves
and on damp days
our muscles feel a tug,
painful now, from when roots
pulled us into the ground

and because our children believe
they can fly, an instinct retained
from when the bones in our arms
were shaped like zithers and broke
neatly under their feathers

and because before we had lungs
we knew how far it was to the bottom
as we floated open-eyed
like painted scarves through the scenery
of dreams, and because we awakened

and learned to speak”
― Lisel Mueller, Alive Together

“Nature can be frightening enough,

why do we humans have to mess with her?”
― nebulaspage.org