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Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

Mary Oliver

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Mary Oliver
Age: 83 †
Born: 1935
Born: September 10
Died: 2019
Died: January 17
Climate Activist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Maple Heights
Ohio
Mary Jane Oliver
Reason
Falling
Nothing
Trees
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Snow
Like
Easily
Tree
Imagine
Stars
Prettiness
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Filling

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I worked probably 25 years by myself, just writing and working, not trying to publish much, not giving readings.
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And it is exceedingly short, his galloping life. Dogs die so soon. I have my stories of that grief, no doubt many of you do also. It is almost a failure of will, a failure of love, to let them grow old-or so it feels. We would do anything to keep them with us, and to keep them young. The one gift we cannot give.
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If you have ever gone into the woods with me, I must love you very much.
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Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.
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