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Man is not an aquatic animal, but from the time we stand in youthful wonder beside a Spring brook till we sit in old age and watch the endless roll of the sea, we feel a strong kinship with the waters of this world.

Hal Borland

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Hal Borland
Age: 77 †
Born: 1900
Born: May 14
Died: 1978
Died: February 22
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World
Wonder
Rivers
Youthful
Age
Rain
Kinship
Water
Sea
Brooks
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Spring
Beside
Feel
Watches
Waters
Feels
Watch
Roll
Men
Stand
Till
Aquatic
Time
Animal
Endless
Brook

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