The Outermost House – Henry Beston

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)/ it’s always ourselves we find in the sea- e e cummings
I went to the woods because I wished…wait, that’s not right for this, is it? Thoreau may have traipsed deliberately into the underbrush to live, but he, like Henry Beston, was surely drawn to the [...]

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