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"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
Emily Dickinson
1 comment:
When I die, I think I'd like to skip heaven (not to mention that other place), and make a beeline instead for the wonderful woods of Poland.
Your eye makes the place look SO beautiful, Nin!
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