sorta weird day today after my brother texted to tell me that my niece's in-laws had all burned up in a house fire in fayette county --- her husband's parents and sister all presumed dead, although they haven't retrieved all the bodies --- how does that happen unless there's foul play?
update: maybe it was just a case of sleeping without operative smoke alarms --- the cause is still being investigated ---
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4/06/2014 07:15:00 PM
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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