a fine day, a really fine day --- me and dog took robert to stumble around the north end of the palisades this afternoon --- the best thing was this giant pine tree, at least 4.5 ft in diameter, struck by lightning or something and most of the inside burned out, but still standing --- when you're there it is very hard to remember that you are still inside the perimeter
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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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