There be many shapes of mystery,
and many things God makes to be,
past hope or fear,
and the end men looked for cometh not,
and a path is there where no one sought.
so hath it fallen here.
--Euripides
Thursday, April 26, 2007
I counted 3 baby birds on the sidewalk the other day. They lay as if asleep, enormous beaks a slash of yellow on their pink heads.
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