the qua at night I walk like a thief amongst my hallucinated dreams with the ghosts and spirits of yesterday passed and one's yet born...in the stillness can be heard such a beautiful noise as the agora sleeps and the cops don't notice my presence...words as my friends guide me to states of higher being the faded notebooks of yesterday's dreams the strength to propel into the future the act of seeing a revolutionary act emerson speaking to the harvard divinity school in 1837 laid it out succintly...
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