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There is a darkness reserved for the deepest backwoods, under heavy rain. A lone shack with ancient gray planks, soaked to shimmering shadow.

This poem lives there.

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This viscerally depicts humanities attitude towards the Earth and how we treat her.

Well done.

Everyone should read this.

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