the driving club is really improving the view in that corner of piedmont park --- the piedmont avenue perspective remains more-or-less the same, but the rest of it has been essentially reconstructed --- it's a long way from walker's farm and the driving club's first race track, now at the park's center
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7/11/2009 10:15:00 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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