Monday, January 2, 2017

Water-bound

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, 
Every inch of space is a miracle, 
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, 
Every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same; 
Every spear of grass—the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, 
         and all that concerns them, 
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles. 

                                                Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1856)




















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