“I never know the heron as it flies at first. What is the slow, wide-winged figure in the sky? Then I see it, like a word in a foreign language, like seeing one’s own name written in a strange alphabet and recognizing it, I say it: the heron.”

Ursula K. Le Guin

Ursula K. Le Guin - “I never know the heron as it flies...” 1

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