National Love Flora and Fauna Day
In order to build respect and love for the Indonesian flora and fauna, the government has declared November 5 as the national love flora and fauna day. Annually there are postage stamps released with this motto. They show pictures of plants and animals, which are endemic or unique for a specific region or a province of Indonesia.
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“The cultivation of one set of faculties tends to the disuse of others. The loss of one faculty sharpens others; the blind are sensitive in touch. Has not the extreme cultivation of the commercial faculty permitted others as essential to national life, to be blighted by disease?”
—J. Ellen Foster (1840–1910)
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—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
“A man’s interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and flora of a town.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
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—Louis Aragon (1897–1982)
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—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)