The Hammock Papers
A forest of things.
28 September 2019
As.
O to realize space!
The plenteousness of all—that there are no bounds;
To emerge, and be of the sky—of the sun and moon, and the flying clouds, as one with them.
Walt Whitman, from "Poem of Joys"
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