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  "title": "The Peace of Wild Things",
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    "markdown": "\"When despair for the world grows in me  \nand I wake in the night at the least sound  \nin fear of what my life and my children’s lives might be,  \nI go and lie down where the wood drake  \nrests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.  \nI come into the peace of wild things  \nwho do not tax their lives with forethought  \nof grief. I come into the presence  of still water.  \nAnd I feel above me the day-blind stars  \nwaiting with their light. For a time  \nI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.\"  \n\n– Wendell Berry"
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  "publishedAt": "2026-01-25T00:18:08.104Z",
  "textContent": "When despair for the world grows in me  \nand I wake in the night at the least sound  \nin fear of what my life and my children’s lives might be,  \nI go and lie down where the wood drake  \nrests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.  \nI come into the peace of wild things  \nwho do not tax their lives with forethought  \nof grief. I come into the presence  of still water.  \nAnd I feel above me the day-blind stars  \nwaiting with their light. For a time  \nI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.  \n\n– Wendell Berry"
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