This is thy hour, O soul, thy free flight into the wordless.
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done.
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best:
Night, sleep, death and the stars.
--Walt Whitman
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Tuesday, June 11, 2013
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