Full of reflections,the shallowest brookcannot be fathomed.
The high blackberriesthe richest berry we haveare now in their prime.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2015
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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