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	Too much time had passed since I truly felt out in the wilderness. Many trails and preserves exist where I live, and I have camped innumerable nights in my quest to attain Eagle rank in the Scouting program, but there is a certain panache to simply being at the heart of an ecosystem, beating in rhythm with it and simply feeling alive at each sensation. &nbsp;Stepping out of Willow House at the Institute, I feel as if I am actually poised upon the ever-throbbing pulse of the sylvan preserve. &nbsp; The following poem is an excellent expression of the wonder of nature in Creation, and of my wonder:</p>
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	<strong>To See a World&hellip;</strong></div>
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	To see a World in a Grain of Sand</div>
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	And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,</div>
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	Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand</div>
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	And Eternity in an hour.</div>
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	-William Blake</div>
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	Being involved in Au Sable after a long time without any true naturalistic work is much like taking a deep breath of mountain air after spending hours locked away in a cellar. &nbsp;Even as I grow here in the providence of the biota around me, I at the same time feel that a sparked fire of knowledge in a young mind can cause so much more. &nbsp;That feeling of even greater wonder at developing an understanding of nature, rather than simply taking it at face value.</div>
