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The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for Nature to follow. Now we just set the clock an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase. — E. B. White Technorati Tags: qotd

the end of the weekend

Purposeless weekends. Other people’s sadness dripping over unavoidably into our lives. No matter who, now. Real sadness is so incredibly private. Now that we get regular sunlight, the trees, still leafless, look uncomfortable and wrong. The sun’s almost over the equinox, and the change in seasons makes me want to sleep all day. Time to Continue reading the end of the weekend