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When you escape to reality, when you finally open your eyes from sleep, lift the lid from your coffin, let yourself drift on the bayou, pluck the yellow marsh flower from the side of the road and stare at it, every line of every pedal, every speck of pollen, every black eye and lanky stem, you will see it and feel it. The Earth will love you as you’ve n…