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winter
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4.10.2011
writing thaw
It was wonderfully warm & pleasant & the cockerels crowed just as in a spring day at home—I felt the winter breaking up in me & if I had been at home I should have tried to write poetry.
—Henry David Thoreau, manuscript volume 18 of the Journals
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