From one journal into another...

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"This is June, the month of grass and leaves. The deciduous trees are investing the evergreens and revealing how dark they are. Already the aspens are trembling again, and a new summer is offered to me. I feel a little fluttered in my thoughts, as if I might be too late. Each season is but an infinitesimal point. It no sooner comes than it is gone

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[23hanashi]

And I thought that I would never see Thoreau's name outside of my literature
text book. Sorry - you don't know me and I don't know you, but I had to make
some comment. I just finished an HSEnglish course that had us reading about
Thoreau and his crew for weeks.