"I felt the Lungs grow crowd'd with Leaves And Leaves to find a Wa O'erflowed the Tongue and caught the Lip And blocked a seamless Day "

Emily Dickinson

"We are of the soil, and to the soil we return, though some of us begin the descent before our breath has even left us."

Gabriel García Márquez

"The earth has music for those who listen, but sometimes it weaves itself into the flesh, demanding to be spoken through silence."

John Muir

The charcoal tendrils wind and creep,

To steal the words we meant to keep,

Until the breathless branches start

To twine the tongue and cage the heart.

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