“Ubuntu (I am because we are); how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?”
It’s not as easy as willing it all to be right.
You gotta be more than hoping it’s right.
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
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