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I am sure that Thoreau once sat here...
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...dipped his feet here....
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...and gazed upon these waters.
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He visited his friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson here.
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We journeyed to his final resting place where he still keeps company with his friends. They are buried in the spot they used to visit when they were alive.
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Louisa May Alcott. (“Little Women”)
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| Nathaniel Hawthorne.... All had small and unpretentious markers....their choice. |
This is the spot where those great Philosophers, Naturalists and Transcendentalists communed.
Did
we find Henry David? I don’t believe we did...however..we came close.
We saw where he had spent two years of his life. We walked on ground
once walked upon by him. We dipped our feet in Walden Pond. We visited
his remains.
Where
is he then?...You'll find him in his writings and musings... in the
stillness of any forest at dawn, and at dusk...and in the call of a
bluebird.... He resides in the hearts of like minded souls who have the
same intent...to live small "with only the bare essentials."
Our
journey has come to an end, but I will always remember standing within
the "walls" of his cabin, and gazing upon his Walden Pond.
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