In the presence of Sunshine.
I've got Sunshine and she's got me. Sometimes, I write, but not nearly enough. Sometimes, I'm smart, but not nearly enough. Always, I am here for you.
Her concern with landscapes and living creatures was passionate. This concern, feebly called “love of nature,” seemed to Shevek to be something much broader than love. There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They were never weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus. It was strange to see Takver take a leaf in her hand, or even a rock. She became an extension of it, it of her.
Ursula K. Le Guin from “The Dispossessed”
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