“Time passes gloopily. The Earth spins on its axis while it I loops around the Sun. A variety of plants fourish. A variety of plants die. Gardeners dig. Leaders make tough decisions. Trains arrive late or not at all. Some people lose faith, others lose heart, still others lose hope. Babies are born furious. Old folks die with a sense of impending doom.”
— Mar 06, 2026 11:26AM
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