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 This week a friend and guide recalled some Thoreau for me:

“You only need sit still long enough in some attractive spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns.”

 And this morning, in the quiet vigil of cold clear hours, earth turned to cast our collective shadow on the sky above Orion.  We had only then open our eyes to behold, in the long dark before dawn, Little Crum Creek exhibiting its tawny mark with all the world on autumn’s final full moon.

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