purty fine day today, if you like that sort of thing --- leisurely morning with the animals and then me and dog went to the river, west palisades, which is the best part --- an excellent time to be out now before the bugs come out --- spiderwort and buttercup, azalea, and great herds of mayapple
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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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