"As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon...
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring...
What stranger miracles are there?”
~Walt Whitman, 1819-1892
1 comment:
awesome picture. I was glad to hear about your cooking adventures. Everyone at work has been giving Scott a hard time saying that he is too skinny. Hopefully he will eat some of those cookies and fatten up some :)
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