this is the oldest river bridge in the chattahoochee national recreation area---built about 1880---erosion has exposed the wooden, concrete-filled caissons that support the east end of the span---thieves carried off a lot of the steel in the 1940s and the wooden roadway has long since rotted away---
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8/27/2006 09:43:00 PM
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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