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"I need more, I need more, I need more, baby, I need more!
I need a whole lot more than you will ever know.
'Cause I'm too much cat for some weakly kitten.
Too much woman to just sit home knittin'
Too much horse for a pony race
I'm a long-distant rocket and I need more space."
Journal entry, Gay Nicholson
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"At Westwater, I went as far back as a human can go. In sand between black rocks I made my bed. The rocks are gneiss... Give or take a billion years, they are the oldest things on earth, the oldest things you can see, that you lie your face against, that you can stretch your naked body on."
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"And words of ancient lore spoken in shady
places, under the juniper tree
Wisdom, peace, and the wild nature of things
passed along."
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"Air around me is room temp. A steady, friendly breeze comes up from the river. We sip wine and share stories. Laughter. Chatter. Utter contentment. Peace. Solace. Hold onto this moment. As close to perfection as it gets."
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