we drove over to little river canyon national preserve yesterday---first time i'd seen it---it's not quite tallulah gorge but still purty impressive---reminded me of high shoals on the apalachee only instead of naked hippies it was obese rednecks---lots of them---culminating with supper at the fruit jar cafe---i liked the rocks best
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Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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