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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Friday, August 7, 2015

Anudder Mispent Yute!

There was an Old Lady whose folly
Induced her to sit in a holly:
Whereupon by a thorn
Her dress being torn,
She quickly became melancholy.
- Edward Lear
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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

I Done Got Old

“You don't stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.”
― George Bernard Shaw
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Sunday, August 2, 2015

Framing Desire - Images of American Dream's Past & Present


Laurie Simmons "Walking House"
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