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Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.

It is a great art to saunter.

- Thoreau, journal entry; excerpted in Thoreau and the

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[briar_witch]

Indeed. :)

[movefromwithin]

:)