To dwell is to garden. — Martin Heidegger
To dwell is to garden. — Martin Heidegger
To dwell is to garden. — Martin Heidegger
To dwell is to garden. — Martin Heidegger
To dwell is to garden. — Martin Heidegger
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To dwell is to garden.

— Martin Heidegger
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