Some moments and countenances cannot be spoken simply because the feeling transcends my understanding. I could guess a father's emotion, a couple's inner bond, but the maternal feelings...maybe the most complex and the strongest around. I can only admire, smile and observe with candid pleasure.
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"There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became; And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.
[...]
His own parents,
He that had father’d him, and she that had conceiv’d him in her womb, and birth’d him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that; They gave him afterward every day—they became part of him.
[...]
The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud; These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day."
Walt Whitman (1891)from Leaves of Grass
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