me and dog went down to see spruill bluff state park this morning --- the army corps has wanted to put a dam there for a long time --- the shoals and bluffs west and northwest of thomaston mark the fall line for the flint river as it breaks into the coastal plain --- gov. carter stopped the project in 1974, but once the engineers get an idea like that in their heads, it'll have nine lives at least
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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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