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The fate of the poor shepherd, who, blinded and lost in the snow-storm, perishes in a drift within a few feet of his cottage door, is an emblem of the state of man. On the brink of the waters of life and truth, we are miserably dying.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, March 02, 2021
