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[18 Oct 2009|10:26pm] |
f's phrase of the day, on seeing what we assume to be a no-stopping sign: what does it mean? don't be 8-sided?
and my own: isn't there a latin for everything?
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on the way back from guelph, i was again reminded today of atwood's death by landscape - of condensing a wall with the group of seven and leaving not a speck of white; of recreating the forest of the north, of the mind, through their wild art; of peering through thomson's twigs into a pool of blue, white, grey.. into the thickness of the frost
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