Sunday, May 2, 2010

Day Fifty-Nine -- Feeling a little squirrely.

Copyright 2010.  One of the fine furry friends in my backyard :O)

*If we had a keen vision
of all that is ordinary in human life,
it would be like hearing the grass grow,
or the squirrel's heart beat...

And we should die of that roar,
which is the other side of silence.*

-- George Eliot --

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