Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. — Mary Oliver
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