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
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Fanny
One day I said "Good morning!" to Fanny as she came in the door. She scowled at me and kept walking, then looked over her shoulder and scowled at me some more.
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