And time flames like a paraffin stove / And what it burns are the minutes I live.
Monday, August 28, 2006
my poor, beautiful place
Is it possible for something to be seemingly impossible and inevitable, all at the same time?
At any rate, the inevitable and the impossible did finally
at The Historic Site Which Shall Not Be Named. (Obviously enough, it is named in the article.)
This is seriously one of the saddest things to ever happen to me. What a terrible last week of work.
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