What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the was…

John Muir
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What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm! ✨ John Muir, Terry Gifford (1996). John Muir: His Life and Letters and Other Writings, p.687, The Mountaineers Books
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What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm! ✨ John Muir, Terry Gifford (1996). John Muir: His Life and Letters and Other Writings, p.687, The Mountaineers Books

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