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The Secret Life of Birds
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Why Children Need Nature
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Made in the Image of God
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The Lords of Nature
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Editors’ Picks: “The Opening of the American Mind”
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Editors’ Picks: “Klara and the Sun”
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Writing in the Sand
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City of Bees
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Sister Dorothy Stang
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Midwestern Logistical Small Talk
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Covering the Cover: Creatures
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Love in the Marketplace
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The Elemental Strangeness of Foxes
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Saints and Beasts
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Astronomy According to Dante
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The Book of the Creatures
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Forum: Letters from Readers
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Vulnerable Mission in Action
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Community-Supported Agriculture in Austria’s Weinland
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My Forest Education
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Regenerative Agriculture
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Into the Sussex Weald
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The Abyss of Beauty
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Let the Body Testify
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Ernest Becker and Our Fear of Death
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Singing God’s Glory with Keith Green
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More Fish Than Sauce
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Return to Idaho
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The Glory of the Creatures
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Poem: “The Path”
The Appalachian ranges are believed to be the oldest mountains in the world.
Once jagged peaks, they’re now but rolling hills,
more welcoming than when they were sublime.
The trickling water pleases where it spills,
where craggy peaks give place to rolling hills,
easing the mind like Wordsworth’s daffodils.
An older mountain’s easier to climb.
What once were jagged peaks are rolling hills,
more welcoming this way, if less sublime.
Len Stomski, Greylock from 116, oil on gessoed panel Artwork by Len Stomski. Used by permission.
Michael C. Cannistraci
Very pleasing and paints a wonderful mental image!