Daughter. Reason. Wonder.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, you shall possess the good of the earth and sun... there are millions of sons left, you shall no longer take things that second or third hand... nor look through the eyes of the dead... nor feed on the specters in the books, you shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, you shall listen to all sides and filter them for yourself.
-Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
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June 15, 2024 | 60 | +8 | +15.4% |