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Posted by Peter Falkenberg Brown
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The nineteenth century naturist, Richard Jefferies, wrote in his
essay “Wild Flowers”:
If we had never before looked upon the earth, but suddenly came
to it man or woman grown, set down in the midst of a summer mead, would
it not seem to us a radiant vision? The hues, the shapes, the song and
life of birds, above all the sunlight, the breath of heaven, resting
on it; the mind would be filled with its glory, unable to grasp it,
hardly believing that such things could be mere matter and no more. Like
a dream of some spirit-land it would appear, scarce fit to be touched
lest it should fall to pieces, too beautiful to be long watched lest it
should fade away.
