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What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
—Crowfoot
Blackfoot warrior and orator
1830 - 1890
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Today is the winter solstice. The planet tilts just so to its star, lists and holds circling in a fixed tension between veering and longing, and spins helpless, exalted, in and out of that fleet blazing touch.
—Annie DillardThe Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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You owe it to all of us to get on with what you’re good at.
—W. H. Auden
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