"Through me the afflatus surging and surging - through me the current and index."
Walt Whitman
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| "…in darkness and in silence, she turns the pages, as fairies and demons unfold. She steps inwards, wary of the stories' guardians, and fearful of arrows and trapdoors. All the while she listens, as the chamber begins to echo … with whispers of a desolate soul." |
Illusion |
The Whitman Project
Whitman's Leaves of Grass 1900
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