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52 Storm Cloud I observed the dark cloud expanding above the ridge as I folded the laundry and admitted to myself that I know far less than the ant or spider. For how long did I make this error of thinking I knew more than the creatures? Of not enjoying the smallest chores? Now that I have imagined myself from above, I see my tasks as blessings in the ruse of motions, as if the world were invisible to the dead and I were merely dancing for them on an empty stage from a great, great distance that is also near, adjusting my glasses, folding a towel, looking up. deNiord text-2.indd 52 11/10/10 10:40 AM ...

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