Your Book Misses You
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Day 3
"O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be
with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with
you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is play-
ing with me."
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