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I Stay, I Go


1st February 2002

7:11am: Miracles..
Got this in my e-mail this morn.

How true! We're surrounded by heaps of miracles and we have
but to open our eyes to see them.

Existence is soooooo beauty-full..


"As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon...
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring...
What stranger miracles are there?"

Walt Whitman
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