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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Cousin Liz's big birthday, too.
Happy Birthday to John from Cousin Claudia! Please pass it on!
hey John!!
we wish you happy birthday too!!!
and a new year of wonders - warm sunny days and soft rainy ones, and happy dogs, and flowers, and great surprises, and funny friends...and all your heart's desires...
love from your girlfriends in the mountains...
C & A
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