when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Thoreau
We are enabled to apprehend at all what is sublime and noble only by the perpetual instilling and drenching of the reality that surrounds us. We can never have enough of nature.
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