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The American primitive painter Albert Pinkham Ryder (1847-1917) reported watching an inch-worm crawl up a twig and then, clinging to the very end, revolve in the air, feeling for something to reach. “That’s me,” he said, “I am trying to find something out there beyond the place on which I have a footing.”
- Robert Genn

Something soft and wild and free;
 something that whispered to the ear on the pillow,
 lightened the heart, softly, softly picked the lock,
 slid the bolts, and released the prisoned spirit…
into the wind, into the blue and gold,
 into the morning, into the morning!
- Willa Cather