I am holding my breath in a bubble of air from a narwhal, surfacing in the arctic ice.
I am within the mind of a hive of bees, protecting my African queen, in Zambia.
I am balancing on the wingtip of a crane, in flight over fields of rice, in Hunan province.
I am sitting on the proboscis of a monarch butterfly, sipping nectar from a passiflora , in Wyoming.
North, South, East , and West.
This creation.
This nirvana.
This wonder.
This beautiful Earth.
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