Herbs, slugs, hedgehogs and my cat.
I lie on the stone path at night in wait... I’ve laid a trail of mealworms right across the path, under the apple tree where we buried...
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When you know the fourfoil in all its seasons root and leaf and flower, by sight and scent and seed,
then you may learn its true name, knowing its being: which is more than its use.
What, after all, is the use of you? or of myself?
Is Gont Mountain useful, or the Open Sea?'
- The first book of Earthsea, Ursula K. Le Guin
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