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Within a few weeks Draba, the smallest flower that blows, will sprinkle every sandy place with small blooms.
He who hopes for spring with upturned eye never sees so small a thing as Draba. He who despairs of spring with downcast eye steps on it, unknowning. He who searches for spring with his knees in the mud finds it, in abundance....
Extracted from "Land Ethic" by Aldo Leopold.
1947.
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