Monday, August 11, 2014

But I with mournful tread

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning...
- Walt Whitman

No words, but a palpable emptiness


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posted by Wendy at 1:23 PM


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