"Every leaf and twig was this morning covered with a spakling ice armor; even the grasses in exposed fields were hung with innumerable diamond pendants, which jingled merrily when brushed by the foot of the traveller. It was the wreck of jewels and the crash of gems. It was as though some stratum of the earth had been removed in the night, exposing to light a bed of untarnished crystals. The scene changed at every step.... There were opal and sapphire and emerald and jasper and beryl and topaz and ruby."
Henry David Thoreau
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Thursday, December 28, 2006
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