Man, this Earth's


not a round ball to be ogled or handled, -graphed or -Shopped, lovely as the weave of ocean, rock, and cloud appears in shots from elsewhere. No calipers for her holy fertile seas, no measure useful for mountain heart and root-hairs of her becoming. She is birthed in particulars, acorn as lavish a womb as volcano, her red tributaries to each single crowning child give homage.

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