An oyster that went to bed x-million years ago,
tucked itself into a sand-bottom, yawned (so to speak),
and woke a mile high in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado.
If I am not here for breakfast, geologize at will.
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Quotes of the Day
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
by Emily Dickinson
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Have any like Myself
Investigating March,
New Houses on the Hill descried-
And possibly a Church-
That were not, We are sure-
As lately as the Snow-
And are Today-if We exist-