Floating Flotsam...

scorchedearth:

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“Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise until noon, rapt in revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sing around or flitted noiselessly through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller’s wagon on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapsed time. I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been.” —Walden by Henry David Thoreau

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