march 24, 1975----at least until yesterday, it was the worst tornado ever to hit the city----8-1/2-mile path through the finger-bowl district in northwest Atlanta----tore columns and roof off the governor's mansion----i always thought it was a shame that it didn't knock the whole thing down---killed three people---i've seen estimates of damage from $59 to $89 million----
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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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