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With one heart in Burma and a few others in America, this daily sketchboat will sail across that vast, interminable expanse of ocean to bring us happy friends together again.
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- um...no words only: amazing
- He nice, the Jesus
- gene kelly + rollerskates = genius
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- Absurdity
- you must walk like a camel
- Friends and Clouds.
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- Contemporary Burmese Artists
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- for laughs
- un dernier verre (pour la route)
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- I haven't got the blues yet, but I do love this poem
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- a bit of self promotion. shameless, of course.
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2 comments:
"The creeks ... are an active mystery, fresh every minute. Theirs is the mystery of continuous creation and all that providence implies: the uncertainty of vision, the horror of the fixed, the dissolution of the present, the intricacy of beauty, the pressure of fecundity, the elusiveness of the free, and the flawed nature of perfection. The mountains ... are a passive mystery, the oldest of all. Theirs is the one simple mystery of creation from nothing, of matter itself, anything at all, the given. Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all its stimulus and beauty; I live there. But the mountains are home."
- Annie Dillard
oh my. yes. i just finished an essay on mountains and caves and that is the exact thing that came to mind: "the mountains are home."
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