"[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
Saturday, May 13, 2006
"O, land of soft, fresh breezes ..."
So I've gotten Canadian quarters in change before, but this is a first: a Cayman Islands 25-cent piece fell out of the coin purse I took to Utah.
I wonder, did its previous user come from the Caribbean to the ski resort, or did s/he go from the ski resort to the Caribbean? Either way, a travel path I will likely never take ...
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