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meander / the leather pit

1/6/2021

 

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"When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest woods the thickest and most interminable and, to the citizen, most dismal, swamp.
I enter a swamp as a sacred place, a sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature."


Henry David Thoreau, Walking, 1862
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