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In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. -Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), The Rhodora On Being Asked, Whence is The Flower? |
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