New England Diary

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'The vision of it'

"We breathed the dank clean air, the thin sharp smells of

                                                          pine woods and dead

Leaves and melting snow and we started to whoop and jig

                                                                  for the vision of it,

The abiding strength that we had gone too long without.''

 

From "Building a House in the Woods, Maine 1971,'' by Baron Wormser