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my second favorite peice of literature ever
FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies;— Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower—but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
it came up in a conversation i was having and thought i would share.
