How could the wind refuse to blow when the earth and sky make such a perfect playground for it, and when contemplation takes the form of a gentle wandering breeze in the soft early morning? On such a day the songs of birds carry a wisdom without words and the music of the river hums in undulating whispers, the raccoon hails the beaver, the rabbit eyes the squirrel, and among them I go walking, learning from them without talking.

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