The sun and stars that float in the open air . . . . the appleshaped earth and we upon it . . . . surely the drift of them is something grand;
I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness ..
Whitman - Leaves of Grass (1855)
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I love to watch the handball players out at Coney Island. It's somehow timeless.
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