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| Heart of Oregon |
The
hurly-burly comes from every side. You anesthetize your perceptions with calculations, tactics, contingencies for looming disasters. You forget.
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| Near Butte Falls, OR |
A journey into Oregon's mountainous heart clears it all away; dispels it with pregnant silence, with brief, poignant songs of red-wing blackbird, finch, and meadowlark.
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| Mount McLoughlin |
On my way home, I passed through Crater Lake National Park, where I'd spent a
young man's summer working at the lodge. Young men are not immune to beauty. But older men are helpless before it. My heart was pierced.
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| Carnivorous piscine feeding frenzy |
When my time is over, cast my remains in the crater. I am
Oregon. Oregon is me.
