Part Two: Nature
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THIS is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
~ Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886
Sometimes it's hard to believe that I live in the middle of an urban sprawl that is home to 1.4 million people. Times like this, when I awaken late from a nap and look out the window of my bedroom to see the sun setting.
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