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"My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic." Whitman, Leaves of Grass.

By the way, if you haven't read Leaves of Grass, it's definitely worth falling behind in all of your classes for. It might change your life.

I'm going to be honest. I had a tough weekend. Culmination of all sorts of emotional distress within a variety of personal, intimate workings. And of course it has to be the weekend of Sharelle's visit. But she was fantastic. That's all I give it for now.

Here's the wonder, it's snowing. Great snow. Going to last until March kind of snow. And it's a beautiful snow-fall. Peacefull and orchastrated, it adorns the sky in such splendour, the absence of the celestial night is hardly detected. It seems to be the elemental manifestation of song. Enough said, I believe shortly Kristina and I will participate in the occassion.