me and the dog drove up to n.c. today to see one of the only old-growth forests left in the east, part of the joyce kilmer-slick rock wilderness---400 yr old poplars were worth the drive---there are huge eastern hemlock, too, but nearly all of them were dead or dying from wooly adelgid---
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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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