"[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
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
More Than You Think You Are
Sometimes, unconsciously singing along to your personal anthem can scare the interns...
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