And these I see—these sparkling eyes,
These stores of mystic meaning—these young lives,
Building, equipping, like a fleet of ships—immortal
ships!
Soon to sail out over the measureless seas,
On the Soul's voyage.
Walt Whitman
My kids are going back to school. Their lives laying like a map before them. Which road to take, and which choices to make.
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VERY pretty girls!
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