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The poetry of hands, 30

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We go out walkin' 'round the lake / Mountain House / August 2007

“This small lake was of most value as a neighbor in the intervals of a gentle rain-storm in August, when, both air and water being perfectly still, but the sky overcast, mid-afternoon had all the serenity of evening, and the wood thrush sang around, and was heard from shore to shore. A lake like this is never smoother than at such a time; and the clear portion of the air above it being, shallow and darkened by clouds, the water, full of light and reflections, becomes a lower heaven itself so much the more important.”

~ Thoreau, an excerpt from Walden (Where I Lived and What I Lived for)

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