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  1. That’s why long, cloudy winters are so hard on the soul. The eyes look for a light above them like unto their own.

  2. Do you know where he said this? I tried googling but the obnoxious “quotations” sites have made it difficult to find chapter and verse of a quotation, as it were.

  3. Dear Tom,
    From his journals I believe: May 25, 1843 The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. What sculpture in these hard clouds; what expression of immense amplitude in this dotted and rippled rack, here firm and continental, there vanishing into plumes and auroral gleams. No crowding; cheerful, boundless, and strong.
    Cheerfully, boundlessly,
    C.

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