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“This infantile sense of order tended to infect my life at large. Up at 5:30 a.m., coffee, oatmeal, perhaps sausage (homemade), and fresh eggs giving one of the yolks to Lola. Listening to NPR and grieving more recently over the absence of Bob Edwards who was the sound of morning as surely as birds. Reading a paragraph or two of Emerson or Loren Eiseley to raise the level of my thinking. Going out to feed the cattle if it was during our six months of bad weather.”

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Jim Harrison
Jim Harrison

Jim Harrison was an American author born on December 11, 1937, and passed away on March 26, 2016. Known for his poetry, novels, and essays, his works have been widely appreciated by readers. more

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