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Marcela  Eugarrios      “A m^ ’s singularity is his di-

                 The  Road  and  the  End  by  C.  Sandburg       October  5th,  1971          ^   Guin,  Left Hand  of
                                                                                                            Darkness
                I  shall  foot  it
                Down  the  roadway  in  the  dusk,
                Where  shapes  of  hunger  wander
                And  the  fugitives  of  pain  go  by.
                I  shall  foot  it
                In  the  silence  of  the  morning,
                See  the  night  slur  into  dawn,
                Hear  the  slow  great  winds  arise
                Where  tall  trees  flank  the  way
                And  shoulder  toward  the  sky.

                The  broken  boulders  by  the  road
                Shall  not  commemorate  my  ruin.
                Regret  shall  be  the  gravel  underfoot.
                I  shall  watch  for
                Slim  birds  swift  of  wing
                That  go  where  wind  and  ranks  of  thunder
                Drive  the  wild  processionals  of  rain.

                The  dust  of  the  traveled  road
                Shall  touch  my  hands  and  face.            °     c ass-
                                                              Stay  close  to  your  morals  and  family  because  if  what  is  to
                                                              come is as said, then you’ll need everything you have (GOD) to
                                                              stay  the  precious  people  you  are.
                c  ,   ,  .  ,     c - i                                                 Loving  you,  Marcela  Eugarrios
            The  Soul  selects  her  own  Society
           Then  —  shuts  the  Door  —
           To  her  divine  Majority  —
           Present  no  more  — ”
                         Dickinson,  The  Soul Selects  Her  Own

          Society

          “Let  each  new  temple,  nobler  than  the  last,
          Shut  thee  from  heaven  with  a  dome  more  vast,
          Till  thou  at  length  art  free,
          Leaving  thine  outgrowth  shell  by  life’s  unresting  sea!”
                            O.W.  Holmes,  The  Chambered Nautilus
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