"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."
Friday, January 25, 2008
The late afternoon winter sun bounces off a neighborhood building and makes its way into my nook of an apartment through a dark glass lightly.
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