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“To be a birder is to fall in love. Obsessively, irrevocably and, perhaps, foolishly. This love, it creeps up on you. A wedge-tailed eagle slices through the sky. A magpie’s liquid song pierces the dawn. A snowy owl gazes unblinking across the tundra. So, here’s to the birdwatchers, those optimistic, slightly eccentric custodians of wonder and joy and passion and love. Because sometimes it is as simple as opening your eyes, stepping outside and looking upon the world around you.”

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Book:Nature's Last Dance: Tales of Wonder in an Age of Extinction
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“Society often sells us a narrow definition of meaning, equating it with productivity or status. ... But a meaningful life is often built from many small purposes. Enjoying a hobby, listening to a friend, tending to a garden, laughing with family, learning a new skill... these everyday activities can cumulatively create a deeply meaningful existence”

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Author:Ajmal, from the book "Borders of the Inner World"
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“Filled with Autumn The earth, drowned in colors, I am the river-born soul of rippling water, when the sky breaks down in torrents, I am the color-bathed soul of feasty meadows. With baskets of gold in autumn fields. The spark, the fire, the seed of life, Let the earthly desires burn and burn. The sun rises, and the sky is painted with gold. The sun drowns, and the forest wears a face of red and russet The drowning sun brings dusky dreams. On the fields, I walk to capture autumn's fragrance. October has brought colorful dreams. The fall footsteps have enlivened the earth, The blank pages of my book fill up with poems of light, For colors break through the cloudy skies. Summer left, and I drowned in silence at its hushed goodbye. But in the forest, I heard the footsteps of autumn, Suddenly, verses float, for the quiet evenings now feast in colors, The cinnamon smell fills the home, and the scent of nutmeg wafts in the air.”

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Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
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