in every creation

“I open my eyes. The god lifts from the water. His head fills the bay. He is Puget Sond, the Pacific; his breast rises from pastures; his fingers are firs; islands slide wet down his shoulders. Islands slip blue from his shoulders and glide over the water, the empty, lighted water like a stage.”
-Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm

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