I was asked a while ago, "Don't you think I know what I'm giving up?"
Honestly, I didn't and I don't. No one could, a lot of unexpected possibilities were in the offing. Past experience suggested that a lot of those would be of a shattering goodness, would have been quite something, I'm sure, but what in particular- no way to say.
Poor, sick bird.
Poor, sick me.
The beauty of this day, like yours, would be difficult to overstate. Went walking with Peretz through the Smith Phys Plant dumping area, finally dry enough to be passable, piles have been moved around, quite fascinating.
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