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Paul Reps: "Not to know where one is going the day or hour before is best. You take the cement skyscraper, give me the low wood building. You wear the necktie, give me the old shirt. You worry over the news, give me the glory of these mountains where the people are red-cheeked, where the fisherman blends into the stream, woven into nature as each of us must be someday."