"He who learns must suffer and even in our sleep the pain we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon our heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
To the dog on the bikepath.
The one whose walker wouldn't let you stop and give that clump of grass a good long sniff. You looked back at me when you passed. Did you smell something, 2-methylphenol perhaps, or my destiny.
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