“I celebrate myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease… observing a spear of summer grass.”
—Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass. “Song of Myself” St. 1.
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