Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
From "A Month Of Sundays"
"Grains of sand, one by one, make an aeon in the end. ... A dime held close to the eye eclipses the sun. No matter in how many ways our lives are demonstrated to be insignificant, we can only live them as if they were not."
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