couldn't have been a better time for the everglades--no bugs at all--saw royal palm, which was the first part to be preserved, by the florida woman's clubs in the 1920s--
it was late, watched the birds getting settled into their roosts for the night--piles of alligators, but it was in the 60s so they weren't moving much
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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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