What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still smal — John Muir, Stickeen
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What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!

— John Muir, Stickeen
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