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What was Walt Whitman talking about in Leaves of Grass?
What did he think and consider and open himself up to,
to go on and on with such colorful elaboration?
Phrase after phrase, all connected,
describes the American frontier differently.
I’m in love with it – the flowing river of inspiration.
I smell it when I travel to parts less familiar.
I see it in the faces of countless strangers.
I hear it in the turbulent murmurs around me.
Everyone has an accent, and it is amazing.