"Nature Boy, whats that? Do you run around the forest like Euell Gibbons, eating bark or something?"

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Wisdom can see the red, the rose, the stained and sculptured curve of grey, the charcoal scars of fire, and see around that living tower of tree the hermit tatters of old bark split down and strip to end the season; and can be quiet and not look for reasons past the edge of reason.

— Judith Wright