Sculpture in Motion: Art Choreographed by Nature
May 3 - Oct 31
they're open until 10 on thursday nights, with drinks, should you so desire---the bullfrogs are out and, in the conservatory, which is semi-dark, the birds and other critters that they have in there are making all sorts of weird noises
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6/20/2008 11:24:00 AM
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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