Friday, May 5, 2017

markings





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A field of water betrays a spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving
new life and motion from above. It is intermediate in its nature between land
and sky. On land only the grass and trees wave, but the water itself is rippled
by the wind. I see where the breeze dashes across it by the streaks or flakes of
light. It is remarkable that we can look down on its surface. We shall, perhaps,
look down thus on the surface of air at length, and mark where a still subtler
spirit sweeps over it.



–Henry David Thoreau

excerpt from Walden, the pond



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