Sunday, August 19, 2007
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Friday, August 03, 2007
Trouble in River City
Such is nature's way.
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)