Hiding in dark cloisters:
Dust and knowledge gathered,
Past and present sleeping.
Who will stir these dry leaves,
Feel the faded velum?
Trace these timeless stories,
Tell these tales of ages?
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REMARKABLE CALENDAR EVENTS, PHOTOSTREAM, AND ECLECTIC COMMENTARY BY A NATURALIST IN IDAHO
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"To know what we think, to be masters of our own meaning, will make a solid foundation for great and weighty thought. It is most easily learned by those whose ideas are meagre and restricted; and far happier they than such as wallow helplessly in a rich mud of conceptions." - Charles Sanders Pierce
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