Taking Pictures in the Library.. shhh..



Walking through the rows of smelly old books in the 3rd floor of the library, this title caught my eye. I spent some quality(ish) time with Walt Whitman last year for a seminar class on American Romanticism. We got pretty close, but I never learned "the secret". Maybe I should have checked this book out instead of just taking a picture of it with my phone. Or maybe I shall steal it. Or maybe I shall write my own:

Free and Lonesome Heart: The Secret of Amanda Lightfield

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