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I felt a whole way of seeing alive in these poems — not nature as scenery, but as kin, teacher, witness, and memory. The tumbleweed moved me especially: even in its dryness and ending, it still shelters, carries seeds, and gives something back. And the plea to the wolf has real force because it is not written from distance. It feels like grief spoken to a relative the world has misunderstood for far too long.

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