"I wish I could translate these hints
about the dead young men and women.
and the hints about old men and mothers,
and the offspring soon out of their laps.
What do you think has become of them?
They are alive and well somewhere.
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.
All goes outward, and nothing collapses.
And to die is different from what any one supposed,
and luckier."
- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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{{{{{{{{{{{{{Hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
I never met him and I miss him for you.
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