to feel alive in the wild wind and rain to watch the kāhu soar, swoop on its prey to be drawn to the delicate mauve array of oxalis flowers, the yellow constellation of dandelions that fleck the grass
When they ask why you don’t eat meat tell a conspiracy tale about little boy cows being snatched from their mothers so we can enjoy veal with our milk. Describe the smell of the rain-wet wool on you
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