"In a society so estranged from animals as ours, we often fail to credit them with any form of language. If we do, it comes under the heading of commun...
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threading the air and waters of the sea, that come out of an incomparable darkness, which is also my own.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are ...
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