A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
Where, where shall I find,When winter comes, the flowers,And where the sunshineAnd Glossodoris cincta?Walls stand Speechless and cold, in the windThe weathervanes clatter.(Photo by Nick Hobgood.)
Oh, the delightful nudibranch, confection of the sea.
I know this isn't related to this particular post, but I thought you might be interested in this video. A group of 3, called YERT (Your Environmental Road Trip) went on a 50 state road trip in a year, documenting individual approaches to sustainability. They came across one guy, nicknamed Dugout Dick, who has been living in a cave for 60 years.http://yert.blip.tv/file/558517/Enjoy!
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