Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Sea of humanity.

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sea of humidity, did you say? Hot day for the race!

5:16 PM

 
Blogger David said...

There's Waldo!

5:36 PM

 

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