the botanical garden is winding down its summer show, but wonderful as always --- in keeping with the multicultural theme of the weekend, it seemed as if a majority of the visitors there did not speak english today --- in addition, south asians of some persuasian were having a wedding, complete with some sort of ceremonial tug-of-war on the lawn between the bride's and groom's families at the end ---
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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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