methinks I should hear with indifference if a trustworthy messenger were to inform me that the sun drowned himself last night
11.22.2007
Thoreau's Journal: 22-Nov-1860
You walk fast and far, and every apple left out is grateful yo your invigorated taste. You enjoy not only the bracing coolness, but all the heat and sunlight that there is, reflected back to you from earth. The sandy road itself, lit by the November sun, is beautiful. Shrub oaks and young oaks generally, and hazel bushed and other hardy shrubs, now more or less bare, are your companions, as if it were an iron age, yet in simplicity, innocence, and strength a golden one.
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I am throughly enjoying this journal. Thanks for keeping it. Beth
Absolutely delicious. I too am thoroughly enjoying this journal.
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