I inhale great draughts of space

. . . I inhale great draughts of space;

The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

 

I am larger, better than I thought;

I did not know I held so much goodness.

 

All seems beautiful to me . . .

 

Walt Whitman, "Song of the Open Road"

 

Mother Road - Mirage Motel 66

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