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"Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise ‘til noon, rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveler’s wagon on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time."
(Walden, "Sounds," pp. 123-124)
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