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My First Summer in the Sierra

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John Muir
John Muir

John Muir (April 21, 1838 - December 24, 1914) was an American naturalist, writer, explorer, and environmentalist. Known for his love of nature and advocacy for environmental protection, Muir is considered one of the pioneers of the modern environmental movement. more

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