December 29.
Now it is like a street in Nova Zembla
The cars are nowhere.
True winter birds, these winged snowballs.
Some lichenous thoughts still adhere to us.
The cars are nowhere.
True winter birds, these winged snowballs.
Some lichenous thoughts still adhere to us.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 29, 1853
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