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Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d from.
If I worship one thing more than another, it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it.
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach;
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds, and volumes of worlds.
-- Walt Whitman, Selections from Leaves of Grass.
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