Apparitions
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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.)
| from Leaves of Grass: BOOKXXXV: GOOD-BYE MY FANCY by Walt Whitman | |
| MY 71st Year | The Pallid Wreath 
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