Out from under the opaque Ohio clouds one finds the roundness again. The spheres still travel in the orbits whose revelations landed
Galileo under house arrest. Eroded beaches, freshly sawn tree stumps, tattered feathers and ancient lobster traps tossed up by churning water proclaim our headlong flight through the universe. Looking out and up over great water that obeys the
forces of orbiting masses renews the wonder, the participation in mystery.
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