Gull Pond. ... I enter the waters of the pond I first toe-touched when I was a little boy & now I see my mother was right - all time is about a second long. But, o, what we may do in this precious and shimmering moment.

Years have drifted away in the heart-beat of this gathering all my books by the banks of this sweet pond, linking all dreams together at the Shrine Of The Spruce.

The land is being cleared, the log cabin has been built; we all need to find our shelter, we now carry our books to ...
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