"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The Glass Family
From the slime to the backyard, where I have a tall white picket fence. All from Brooklyn's own Barren Island, garbage dump to the metropolis.
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