The sun spins wide round and round Cross boulder and mountainside every day bringing new light new thoughts, new images as we ride A symphony of reds and browns surrounds me. The earth alive dripping from a tiny fracture in the bare stone splatters about Giving the plants insects and animals their fix. Earth's honey. Some traveling wisdom from Whitman: Traveling Souls Allons! Whoever you are come travel with me! Traveling with me you find what never tires. The earth never tires, The earth rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first, Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell Allons! We must not stop here, However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling
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