We are made to love
river and meadow, as wind
to ripple water.
February 14, 1851
How few things can a
man measure with the tape of
his understanding.
I see great bubbles
wobbling away as I
walk over thin ice.
February 14, 2017
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2019
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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