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Earth, the place I was born Round as oranges Horizon sharp as a grass blade I sit in front of a rectangular window Starring at the flurry of sunlight pouring Over white tiles of squares My cat comes a

I'm writing amid the chirping of birds that flutter in the moist air of March. As I sit on a bench in my made-in-China and Japanese-designed sweater, I feel like a troubled monk. My senses are all int