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Oh I love this one. Roots always make me think of such lovely, deep things. They're so good at reaching and nourishing and waiting.
Yes. That is beautifully said.
I've been trying to figure out why I woke up this morning with this line in my head: "There lives the dearest freshness deep down things" (from "God's Grandeur" by Gerard Manley Hopkins) and I think I just figured out why. "And for all this, nature is never spent;There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;And though the last lights off the black West wentOh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs--Because the Holy Ghost over the bentWorld broods with warm breast and with ah ! bright wings.
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