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What Are Emotions Exactly?' Lutta Asked. 'silly Feelings That Get In The Way Of Actions.

Cycling, Cycling Forever Bear, Wolf, Caribou. When Had It All Started, Where Will It End? We Are All Part Of One, From Such Simple Beginnings And Yet All So Different. Yet One. One And Again.

To Me, The Most Important Thing Is To Tell A Good Story. If I Can Do That, I Think That Enlightenment, Respect Of Nature, Etc. Follows.

I Believe That Reading Widely Is The Best Preparation For Writing.

Night Is Done, Gone The Moon, Gone The Stars From The Skies. Fades The Black Of Night Comes The Morn With Rosy Light. Fold Your Wings, Go To Sleep, Rest Your Gizzards, Safe You'll Be For The Day. Glaux Is Nigh. Far Away Is First Black, But It Shall Seep Back Over Field Over Flower In The Twilight Hour. We Are Home In Our Tree. We Are Owls, We Are Free. As We Go, This We Know Glaux Is Nigh.