Robin Wall Kimmerer, excerpt from “Braiding Sweetgrass”

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The earth, that first among good mothers, gives us the gift that we cannot provide ourselves. I hadn't realized that I had come to the lake and said feed me, but my empty heart was fed. I had a good mother. She gives what we need without being asked. I wonder if she gets tired, Old Mother Earth. Or ...

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