Apparitions

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from Leaves of Grass: BOOKXXXV: GOOD-BYE MY FANCY - by Walt Whitman.

  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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