in addition to the phalaenopses (is that the plural of phalaenopsis, cathi?), one of which is gorgeous and the other budding its way towards gorgeous, the maxillaria tenuifolia decided to bloom as well---the best thing about it, since the blossoms aren't all that, is the smell . . . of coconuts, which fills my office now
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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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'tis indeed.
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