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HaveTales-WillTell

Published: Mar 23, 2013

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Relocated. Grew beard.

Wrote Walden.

Shaved.

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Henry David Thoreau: known almost as much for his unusual neckbeard as for his pacifistic naturalism.

Three paragraphs. Four sentences. Six words. One . . . transcendentalist meditation.

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Marszenka

May 19, 2014

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA I love this. I also hate Thoreau, so take that with a grain of salt, but this seriously made me laugh out loud.

Did you know he also set acres and acres around the pond on fire? And hiked like two miles up the road to hang out in Emerson's house when he got tired of living in nature?

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