His possession.
I know it is not meant this way, but receiving mail addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Peter S never fails to irk me. What year is it, anyway?
"Now, after all these years,
I'm becoming literate in the other language.
My feet know the twist of knobby spruce roots.
My hands caress soft moss beds.
I've smelled leaf mould on autumn mist,
tasted sun-hot blueberries.
And, occasionally, as I touch,
taste,
and listen,
the boundary between nature and me becomes a threshold:
I step across.
The wild either slips into me,
or comes leaping up,
like a silver fish,
flashing out of my own dark wildness "
You are a Social Liberal (73% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (5% permissive) You are best described as a:
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