dog and i walk myrtle street sometimes --- some really great architecture from the first couple of decades of the twentieth century --- some of the best four-squares in the city --- along with some of the more dreadful remodelings from the last quarter of the last century
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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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Dog loves the smells. His kind of orchids.
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