a fine afternoon to inspect natural resources at the river and rottenwood creek --- or anywhere for that matter --- enjoy it now --- next week it is supposed to rain all week, after which there will be a lot more bare trees, and the weather itself will get progressively more dank and dismal in order to have us in the right mood for the upcoming holiday season
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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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