"(There is) a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts: a sense sublimeof something far more deeply interfused,whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,and the round ocean and the living air,and the blue sky, and in the mind of man;a motion and a spirit, that impelsall thinking things, all objects of all thought,and rolls through all things." ~Wm. Wordsworth
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