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I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
— Pablo Neruda
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No matter how intently one studies the hundred little dramas of the woods and meadows, one can never learn all the salient facts about any one of them.
— Aldo Leopold
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