Apr 11, 2009
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out my window i can see probably a good two or three miles, across the mighty willamette and into the forest on the other side. there’s a yellow house on this side of the river i can see, and i want to go there.
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It seems to me there is quite as considerable value (to say nothing of joy) in the attempt to see or to convey even some single thing as nearly as possible as that thing is.
