So I'm dreaming. I'm somehow involved in, no doubt, a wacky caper when
I stop and look in a passing mirror. I notice that I have lost quite a
bit of hair during these proceedings, and I can just make out some
writing on my scalp.
Curiosity gets me and I start pulling at my hair trying to read the
message. After a short while I have barely any hair left, but I can
clearly see the writing: "look on my works ye mighty, and despair".
--
Tyler Trafford
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of
24 hours.
-- Mark Twain, on New England weather
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