"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, listening to others, considering well what they say, pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. I inhale great draughs of space." From Song of the Open Road, W. Whitman
Now that I've been on the blogosphere for a little while, I've realized that my last post was not necessarily regarding posts by my friends, but echoing them.
posted by Ashuri @ 5:35 AM
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