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“Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding. The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.”

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Book:Robert Louis Stevenson's Thoughts on Walking - Walking Tours - A Night Among the Pines - Forest Notes
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