There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape — Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion; And Other Essays
There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape — Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion; And Other Essays
There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape — Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion; And Other Essays
There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape — Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion; And Other Essays
There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape — Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion; And Other Essays
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There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.

— Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion; And Other Essays
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