"[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
Friday, November 04, 2005
It's been a year...
...since the infamous Nov 3 shopping sprees. Sets of friends in most blue states admit to them.
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