62 00597 For the last week our valley has been a lake my shanty is in flood But the walls about us are white this morning
with snow wh has checked the free life of our torrents the meadows will soon be walkable again. The snow fell last night this
morning The falls will sing loud long this year the mountains are fat with thick snow that the sun will find hard to fry Your
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be no loss to any of his works Ever yrs John Muir