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SO this stood out to me today not classic art but definable graphic art fab. speaking to me of war and what it looks like with dark whims of rabbits. It's Easter colors mixed with the horror of war. Not sure why this is sticking out to me today must be the pending doom I am feeling about joining the gym. Yep I am dramatic enough to go there think of the suits as treadmills the bullets the judgment coming your way, carnage of human souls lost to the fight for health and your with me. No idea who drew it but bravo!

To a stranger

 I realized I was forgetting  a huge part of beauty today the beauty of words to make us think. I found this so moving today I had to share it with you.

To A STRANGER
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,



You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)

I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,

All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,

I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,

I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,



I am to see to it that I do not lose you.