I can't keep track of each fallen robins.

“I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean But I shall be good health to you nonetheless And filter and fibre your blood.” - Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"

This Restaurant……

Is absolutely wonderful. Never leaving. Ever.

Posted → Monday September 12th, 2011 at 8:48pm - 3 notes
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