I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and openlike a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I wasalivefor a little while.

Mary Oliver

Dream Work

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