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August 2011

99 posts

““First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the...”

– Carson McCullers (from ‘The Ballad of the Sad Cafe’)

By Walt Whitman Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me, I ate with you and slept with...