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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Apparitions

A vague mist hanging ‘round half the pages:
(Sometimes how strange and clear to the soul,
That all these solid things are indeed but apparitions, concepts, non-realities.)

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