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I wish you could come here and rest a year in the simple unmingled love fountains of God. You would return with fresh truth gathered and absorbed from pines and waterfalls and deep-singing winds, and you would find that they all sang of fountain love just as did Jesus Christ.

John Muir (1838-1914)

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