“ I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.
— Walt Whitman
Last night some friends and I scaled the rooftop of a university building, found a hidden ladder, descended into a rotunda. Wandered the ins and outs and secret passageways. Rooms full of old filing cabinets and forgotten things, rooms full of dark and and and our voices only. I love when familiar places open themselves up to you. And yes, Old Graybeard, it was something like that.
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