plains is a
busy place at harvest time, with a lot of trucks coming and going ---
the national historic site with its headquarters in the old school adds
another dimension, but it is still a sleepy little place
i
stayed in this weird little hotel over an antique shop, of which there
were several in plains --- each room was done up in the style of a
decade from the 1920s to the 1960s --- i forgot to take pitchers of the
interiors
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10/06/2011 07:27:00 PM
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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