"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."
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Sprung
Spring has sprung, after the ugly weather of the last two days, and and so have I, working on a Sunday (the horror, the horror). A short walk around the block this afternoon...
Spring has sprung, after the ugly weather of the last two days, and and so have I, working on a Sunday (the horror, the horror). A short walk around the block this afternoon...
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