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So it's September 31st. So much has happened in the past 6 months, but all I keep thinking about is one day....
A glimpse through an interstice caught, ..
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating herself near, that she may hold me by the hand,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
- W. Whitman (modified by J. Kadjeski)
A glimpse through an interstice caught, ..
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating herself near, that she may hold me by the hand,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
- W. Whitman (modified by J. Kadjeski)