A moment of peace.

[abrite1]

My heart is at peace right now. Although I feel this is temporary, I still feel great.

My puppy is learning new things every day -- like how to wait at the door to go outside to use the bathroom, her name, how to sit, and now we're working on how to lie down.

I don't have much to do for research this week.

My friends and family continue to be

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[n00b10]

Takes a special person to make me read Whitman again, and at that I present an excerpt from the my first research paper on Whitman, When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd

Ahem.

From deep secluded recesses,
From the fragrant cedars, and the ghostly pines so still,
Came the carol of the bird.

And the charm of the carol rapt me,
As I held, as if by their hands, my comrades in the night;
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.

(No I didn't memorize it but I remember the carol and how it just made sense in the eulogy).

:)

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[n00b10]

Whitman's comrades being his emotions, the knowledge of death and the thought of death,