I sing the body electric
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them.
Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with the wrestlers, march in the line with the firemen, and pause, listen, count.
I have perceived that to be with those I like is enough
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm evr so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
I do not ask for any more delight, I swim in it a sea.
There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.
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Hey! We want writing writes too you know. Let us in, we're part of the cool kids we swear!
I have sent E an invite. I need B's email address to send her one.
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