thats not the date
the backdeck thermometer reading w/ snow on the ground at sunup
We got married this day back 33 yrs and everyone was sweating.
I'm re - re - re - reading " the Instrumentalities of the Night ", a series by Glen Cook. During this time of
C V 19 and the accompanying disruption and untimely deaths, I read :
< those who do the world's work are the first to feel her pain > prophetic or truly sad
or
< the divine conspiracy is no great engine with goose - greased parts turning over smoothly. It is a drunken tarantella in a cosmic town square where the dancers frequently forget what they are doing and wander off drunkenly, bumping into things, before purpose is recollected.
And like ants at their labours in the town common, those who do the world's work will, enjoy the sudden unpredictable strike of an inebriant's flashing hoof >
For those words to be true - that theme must repeat itself and has done - for a large part of history
starting when - who knows
P.S. a cold day for May
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