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Look It Over I leave behind even my walking stick. My knife is in my pocket, but that I have forgot. I bring no car, no cell phone, no computer, no camera, no CD player, no fax, no TV, not even a book. I go into the woods. I sit down on a log provided at no cost. It is the earth I've come to, the earth itself, sadly abused by the stupidity only humans are capable of but, as ever, itself. Free. A bargain! Get it while it lasts!
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Wendell Berry 1
Look It Over I leave behind even my walking stick. My knife is in my pocket, but that I have forgot. I bring no car, no cell phone, no computer, no camera, no CD player, no fax, no TV, not even a book. I go into the woods. I sit down on a log provided at no cost. It is the earth I've come to, the earth itself, sadly abused by the stupidity only humans are capable of but, as ever, itself. Free. A bargain! Get it while it lasts!
mike-essig
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
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