Tony, Johanne, Sara 4, Taylor 8 months. 
      A child Said What is the grass? fetching it to me with
    full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any
    more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
    green stuff woven.
      Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass


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