Sunday Sermon

“When we dwell with mountains, see them face to face, everyday, they seem as creatures with a sort of life—friends subject to moods, now talking, now taciturn, with whom we converse as man to man. They wear many spiritual robes, at times an aureole, something like the glory of the old painters put around the heads of saints.”

John Muir

 

 

 

 

–John Muir

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