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There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or
pity or love or dread, that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part
of the day . . . . or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Walt Whitman
“There Was a Child Went Forth,” Leaves of Grass

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