one of the nicest things about campanile (1987) at peachtree and 14th is the grove of gingko trees that surround it on all sides----the golden yellow of their leaves in the fall against the pink granite and green glass of the building itself is really great----now some fool has decided to cut down all of the gingko on two sides of the building----if they're that dumb, they'll probably replace the light standards and plaza too---waste
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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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