On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.
ToC, H. Miller

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Bumblebees

I met two bumblebees in the flowering tree by the front of the house who told me a long forgotten truth to life.

I rather believe them, too. They had a look of honesty in their eyes.

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