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nature's love affair with my daughter

She found the forest to be just the right fragrance, the leaves just the right green, the softness of seed, a tree frog, the quicksilver of fox fur and light.

Someone said once my daughter could hear the breath of birds, the heartbeat of deer, the hushed pedaling of wolves across the thin grass and tangled vines.

I never asked her if this was true. Instead I let her teach the children about the clouds, the blue twilight of day, the hushed whisper of one reed leaning into another.

And I would walk with her, her long hair thick and black, wonderful and wavy; her dimpled smile the perfect moon; her voice the wind and earth and everything inbetween,

Words: Michael H. Brownstein