"[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
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Hibernation time
(Although polar bears don't really hibernate ... this is just an accurate picture of life this week!)
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