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There was just a continent without much on it   under a sky that never cared less.   Ready for a change, the elbows waited.   The hands gripped hard on the desert. ~ William Stafford At the Bomb Testing Site from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems + (photo: Ben Linney via  pithandperiphery)

There was just a continent without much on it  
under a sky that never cared less.  
Ready for a change, the elbows waited.  
The hands gripped hard on the desert.

~ William Stafford At the Bomb Testing Site from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems +

(photo: Ben Linney via  pithandperiphery)

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Each morning we must hold out the challice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back. It must be held out empty—for the past must only be reflected in its polish, its shape, its capacity.
Dag Hammarskjold (from his journal)

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