Lagoa Dos Patos - Towns and Cities On Coast

Towns and Cities On Coast

  • Rio Grande
  • Pelotas
  • São José do Norte
  • São Lourenço do Sul
  • Tapes

Coordinates: 31°06′S 51°15′W / 31.1°S 51.25°W / -31.1; -51.25


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    Let those talk of poverty and hard times who will in the towns and cities; cannot the emigrant who can pay his fare to New York or Boston pay five dollars more to get here ... and be as rich as he pleases, where land virtually costs nothing, and houses only the labor of building, and he may begin life as Adam did? If he will still remember the distinction of poor and rich, let him bespeak him a narrower house forthwith.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Glorious, stirring sight! The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today—in next week tomorrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped—always somebody else’s horizons! O bliss! O poop- poop! O my! O my!
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    Lord, how long?
    Bible: Hebrew Isaiah, 6:11.

    Asking how long will the chastisement of the people last. God replies, “Until the cities be wasted without inhabitant, and the houses without man, and the land be utterly desolate, and the Lord have removed man far away, and there be a great forsaking in the midst of the land.”

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