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yrs John Muir Dear Soul. Holy mountain Spirtis compel me to say you another Come. You will not he deaved with theories,
nor aimed nor dragged about. You will drift like a winged seed transparent to every light. The mountains will melt that you
may drink them. They will thin to sky that you may breathe them Fountain beauty will go among your tissues as light goes in
glass. You will home in holy light Holy Light will home in you.