"The city sleeps and the country sleeps,
The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time,
The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife;
And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them,
And such as it is to be of these more or less I am,
And of these one and all I weave the song of myself."
-Walt Whitman
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Note to the Parents
Our phone cards are not working. No one can quite figure out all these access codes. I will call you from Italy on Sunday. Love you.
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