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If I but get up out of my chair and leave, I will have defied natures will: "do nothing, and let me cover you with moss." So I will leave my chair, desk, and house, defying nature. But if I leave everything, and go to nature as a willing and feverishly searching servant, have I defied it, or obeyed it?
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Whose Will?
If I but get up out of my chair and leave, I will have defied natures will: "do nothing, and let me cover you with moss." So I will leave my chair, desk, and house, defying nature. But if I leave everything, and go to nature as a willing and feverishly searching servant, have I defied it, or obeyed it?
I wanted to use strong "T" sounds to recreate what I think sounds like rain falling from leaves of a forest.
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
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