"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."
Monday, October 29, 2007
Belated
A Sunday where you are both stung by a bee on the back of the neck and kissed on the mouth is a pretty good day.
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