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Autumn Day by Rainer Maria Rilke (Translated by Stephen Mitchell)

Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.

Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into...
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Existence beats nonexistence. Every time, folks, hands down.

Take it from me -- the one great unspoken tenet shared by sentient folks and complex organisms and plant life and fungi and protozoa and even Republications is: I'd rather be here than nowhere. W. C. Fields may've said similar.

To that end, a blog is better than no blog. A blog is a wee voice in...
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