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October 30, 2012




"The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,

Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation:

The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,

I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky."

- Walt Whitman,
  Leaves of Grass, 1855, I Celebrate Myself, Line 238


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