In every walk with nature
one receives more than he seeks.
John Muir
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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields
that it kisses them so gently.
And then it covers them up snug,
you know, with a white quilt,
and perhaps it says,
Go to sleep, darlings,
till summer comes again
Lewis Carroll
When we try to pick out anything by itself,
John Muir
we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
