miracles, and a lovely photo.
"As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon...
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring...
What stranger miracles are there?"
- Walt Whitman
happy happy friday!
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oh i love walt whitman. i just read a poem by him this morning.. but i especially love this one that you posted. Thanks for being so positive and kind. and i'll say it again.. lets meet up soon! happy 24th.
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