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1 " january 21Cloudy and still.On the sunny, southerly faceof a cutbank, a badgerhas scooped a new burrow,turning the slope inside out and pouring it fullof the very worst kind of darkness,the kind animals own, like the mad black slit in a goat’s eye. "
― Ted Kooser , Winter Morning Walks: 100 Postcards to Jim Harrison
2 " The eye contains the world, in a space no bigger than a baby's fist. "