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Walking in my Yard (For Hil, since she likes it so well) Like old men, the trees stand – firm yet unobtrusive. Perhaps you are sages assembled in my presence. At any rate, strolling among you at dusk I feel my self, being empty, is met with no resistance; my wandering through nature is unhindered since I pose no hindrance to nature. I pass by and the old men bow, As I bow, having surrendered essences David Young