i hung the little hangy thing angela made for me on one of my bookcases---this time of year, the sun just before sunset catches it and throws an amazing array of shapes on the paper behind it---there are rainbows here and there in the dark areas, but it's the squares, triangles, and trapezoids that are so great---
thanks angela
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2/07/2007 06:02:00 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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my thingy from angela is hanging on the door key to the bookcase--only until frieda finds the feather attached to it. perhaps it's a good time to move it. i thank you too angela!
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