#58499 - Emerson…” “Yes?” “Don’t” I felt his fingers stop…”Don’t stop…please don’t stop!” and his fingers went to work on me again. “This is the writing of Walt Whitman,” he said, “and much of his poetry is about love and feelings…read this part. ” He chuckled.
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