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Moon Over The Bay

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Last weekend I drove across the Bay to hear a friend play music in Sausalito. It was an unusually clear night, and a big moon danced on the water. Be sure to double click on them; they're larger than usual. I share the rest with some passages from Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass.  The city sleeps and the country sleeps,    The living sleep for their time . . . . the dead sleep for their time,    The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife;    And these one and all tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them,   And such as it is to be of these more or less I am.   We are about approaching some great battlefield in which we are soon to be engaged,   We pass the colossal outposts of the encampments . . . . we pass with still feet and caution;   Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruined city . . . . the blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe.  Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn fore