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What’s the use of a fine house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?
- Henry David Thoreau
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It's around 2 pm of a much-awaited Saturday in the woods of Tennessee.
It’s the middle of peak winter in Manitoba and tears are rolling down my face in pain and despair.
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