". . . You were aimed from birth:<br/>you will never be alone. Rain<br/>will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,<br/>long aisles — you never heard so deep a sound,<br/>moss on rock, and years. You turn your head –<br/>that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone. <br/>The whole wide world pours down." – William Stafford

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« . . . You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles — you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head —
that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.
The whole wide world pours down. » – William Stafford

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