See at Pout’s Nest two solitary tattlers. They seem to like a muddier shore than the peetweet.
Hear a whip-poor-will sing to-night.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 17, 1860
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
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