another run on peachtree this morning---the track club's marathon and half marathon are today, but i didn't think that began until 11:30----anyway, a lot of people out running in a chilly (63) rain---mostly quiet, except for some cow bells now and then, and the horde of marines running in lockstep and chanting as they went---
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11/22/2007 08:44:00 AM
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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