"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Tabula Rasa
So far ...
Forgotten I'd registered a while ago to comment on Jason's blog. Whoop de doo. Unused space!
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