MOTHER GOOSE'S GARLANDAs a musing on mortality, this doesn't really work for me. However, it's an extremely apt description of certain days at work.
Around, around the sun we go:
The moon goes round the earth.
We do not die of death:
We die of vertigo.
Archibald MacLeish
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
We do not die of death
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