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I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you. - Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

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Monday, July 18, 2005

Stranger!

STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you
not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?
- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1900)

posted by joyce @ 5:46 PM  

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