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6/17/2007 08:49:00 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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As I think I told you, I was a "security" guard at the Chicago Botanic Garden when the "Big Bugs" came in. Lots of crowds, lots of bugs, lots of fun just walking around in my stupid uniform. Best job I ever had (though low pay). And we got more bugs than the ATL.
B.
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